IX.

To bliss abandon'd; now pursued by woe;

The world's sad outcast; now the world's proud

gaze;

The vine and yew alternate wreath'd his brow,

The soldier's laurel, and the poet's bays.

X.

Example's baleful force, temptation's wile, Guided the wand'rings of his pilgrim years; Fancy's warm child, deceiv'd by Fortune's smile,

That steep'd th' expecting glance in misʼry's tears.

XI.

The sport of destiny, "Creation's heir,"

From realm to realm, from clime to clime he rov'd, Check'd by no guardian tie, no parent care,

For oh! a parent's love his heart ne'er prov'd.

XII.

Yet vain did Absence wave the oblivious wand

One spark still glim'ring in his breast to chill,
Illum'd by Sympathy's unerring hand,

That still awaked his lyre's responsive thrill.

XIII.

Though o'er eternity's unbounded space

The knell of many a fleeting year had toll'd,

And weeping mem'ry many a change could trace

That made affection's vital stream run cold;

XIV.

Yet still those laws immutable and true

To nature's void, attraction's sacred laws,

Each spirit to its kindred spirit drew,

Of sweet effects, the fond and final cause.

XV.

But oh! when cherish'd Hope reposed its soul

Upon a new-born certainty of joy,

Death from the arms of pending pleasures stole,

And years of promis'd bliss, the Minstrel Boy.

FRAGMENT XXXI.

TO LOUIS A.

(On whose Easel I found a beautiful Painting of CUPID sleeping.)

"Respectens l'amour! tandis qu'il someille
Et craignons un jour, ce Dieu ne seveille."

J. J. ROUSSEAU.

I.

How! Love, thus wrapt in soft repose;

Ah! whence didst thou thy model borrow,

Or Love, with waking transport glows,

Or restless weeps, a waking sorrow?

II.

Perhaps thou'st borrow'd from thyself,

For in thine heart, they say, Love sleeps;

While in thine eye some swear the elf

An everlasting vigil keeps.

III.

Oh! where, my charming artist, lies

The mystic secret of thy art?

To keep Love waking in the eyes,

And guard him sleeping in the heart!