At length pale penury seiz'd the dame, She found her riches at an end, They styl'd her fair Discretion's queen, Perfectly easy in her mind, Still loves to give, yet knows to spare, T SMART. SECTION XXV. THE SWALLOWS. ERE yellow autumn from our plains retir'd, On Damon's roof a grave assembly sate; His roof, a refuge to the feather'd kind: With serious look he mark'd the nice debate, And to his Delia thus address'd his mind : "Observe yon twit'ring flock, my gentle maid; Observe and read the wond'rous ways of Heav'n! With us thro' summer's genial reign they stay'd, And food and lodging to their wants were giv'n. But now, thro' sacred prescience, well they know The blustry tempest and the chilly snow, Thus taught, they meditate a speedy flight; And prove their strength in many an airy ring. They feel a pow'r, an impulse all divine! That warns them hence; they feel it and obey: To this direction all their cares resign, Unknown their destin'd stage, unmark'd their way. And does no pow'r its friendly aid dispense, Yes, yes, the sacred oracles we hear, That point the path to realms of endless day; That bid our hearts nor death, nor anguish fear: This, future transports; that, to life the way. Then let us timely for our flight prepare, And form the soul for her divine abode! Let no fond love for earth exact a sigh; Heav'n is our hope, and Providence our guide.” FINIS JAGO |