And following flower, in explosion vaft,

The Thunder raifes his tremendous voice.

At first, heard folemn o'er the verge of heaven,
The tempeft growls; but as it nearer comes,
And rolls its awful burden on the wind,
The lightnings flash a larger curve, and more
The noife aftounds: till over head a fheet
Of livid flame difclofes wide; then shuts,
And opens wider; fhuts and opens ftill
Expanfive, wrapping ether in a blaze.

Follows the loofen'd aggravated roar,
Enlarging, deep'ning, mingling; peal on peal
Crufh'd horrible, convulfing heaven and earth.

Guilt hears appall'd, with deeply troubled thought:

And yet not always on the guilty head

Defcends the fated flash. Young CELADON
And his AMELIA were a matchlefs pair;
With equal virtue form'd, and equal grace;
The fame, diftinguish'd by their fex alone:
Her's the mild luftre of the blooming morn,
And his the radiance of the rifen day.

They lov'd: but fuch their guilelefs paffion was,
As in the dawn of time inform'd the heart
Of innocence, and undiffembling truth..
Twas friendship heightened by the mutual wifi,
Th' enchanting hope, and fympathetic glow,
Beam'd from the mutual eye. Devoting all
To love, each was to each a dearer felf;
Supremely happy in th' awaken'd power
Of giving joy. Alone, amid the shades,
Still in harmonious intercourse they liv'd

The

The rural day, and talk'd the flowing hour,
Or figh'd, and look'd unutterable things.

So pafs'd their life, a clear united stream,
By care unruffled: till, in evil hour,
The tempeft caught them on the tender walk,
Heedlefs how far, and where its mazes ftray'd,
While, with each other bleft, creative love
Still bade eternal Eden fmile around.
Heavy with inftant fate her bofom heav'd
Unwonted fighs; and stealing oft a look
Tow'rds the big gloom, on CELADON her eye
Fell tearful, wetting her disordered cheek.
In vain affuring love, and confidence

In HEAVEN, reprefs'd her fear; it grew and fhook
Her frame near diffolution. He perceiv'd ·
Th' unequal conflict, and as angels look
On dying faints, his eyes compaffion fhed,
With love illumin'd high. "Fear not," he faid,.
"Sweet innocence! thou ftranger to offence,
"And inward ftorm! HE, who yon skies involves
"In frowns of darkness, ever smiles on thee
"With kind regard. O'er thee the secret shaft
"That wastes at midnight, or th' undreaded hour
"Of noon, flies harmlefs; and that very voice,.
"Which thunders terror thro' the guilty heart,
"With tongues of feraphs whispers peace to thine.
" "Tis fafety to be near thee sure, and thus
"To clafp perfection!" From his void embrace,
(Mysterious Heaven!) that moment, to the ground,
A blacken'd corfe, was ftruck the beauteous maid..
But who can paint the lover as he stood,
Pierc'd by fevere amazement, hating life,

Speech

Speechlefs, and fix'd in all the death of woe!
So, faint refemblance! on the marble tomb,
The well-diffembled mourner ftooping stands,
For ever filent, and for ever fad..

THOMSON.

CHA P. XVII.

JUNIO

AND THE. A N A.

OON. as young reafon dawn'd in Junio's breaft,
His father fent him from these genial ifles,
To where old Thames with confcious pride furveys
Green Eton, foft abode of every Mufe.
Each claffic beauty he foon made his own;
And foon fam'd Ifis faw him woo the Nine,
On her infpiring banks. Love tun'd his fong;;
For fair Theana' was his only theme,

Acafto's daughter, whom in early youth,
He oft diftinguish'd; and for whom he oft
Had climb'd the bending cocoa's airy height,
To rob it of its nectar; which the maid,
When he prefented, more nectareous deem'd.
The sweetest fappadillas oft he brought;
From him more fweet ripe fappadillas feem'd..
Nor had long abfence yet effaç'd her form;
Her charms ftill triumph'd o'er Britannia's fair.

One morn he met her in Sheen's royal walks;

Nor knew, till then, fweet Sheen contain'd his all..

His tafte mature approv'd his infant choice..

In colour, form, expreffion, and in grace,
She fhone all-perfect; while each pleasing art,

And each foft virtue that the sex adorns,

Adorn'a

Adorn'd the woman. My imperfect, strain
Can ill defcribe the tranfports Junio felt
At this difcovery: he declar'd his love;
She own'd his merit, nor refus'd his hand.

And fhall not Hymen light his brightest torch,
For this delighted pair? Ah, Junio knew,
His fire detefted his Theana's houfe!-
Thus duty, reverence, gratitude, confpir'd
To check their happy union. He refolv'd
(And many a sigh that refolution coft)
To pass the time, till death his fire remov'd,
In vifiting old Europe's letter'd climes:
While fhe (and many a tear that parting drew).
Embark'd, reluctant, for her native ifle.

Tho' learned, curious, and tho' nobly bent
With each rare talent to adorn his mind,
His native land to ferve; no joys he found.
Yet fprightly Gaul; yet Belgium, Saturn's reign;
Yet Greece, of old the feat of every Mufe,
Of freedom, courage; yet Aufonia's clime,

His steps explor'd; where painting, mufic's strains;
Where arts, where laws, (philofophy's beft child)
With rival beauties his attention claim'd.
To his juft-judging, his inftructed eye,
The all-perfect Medicean Venus feem'd
A perfect femblance of his Indian fair:
But when she spoke of love, her voice furpass'd
The harmonious warblings of Italian fong.
Twice one long year elaps'd, when letters came,
Which briefly told him of his father's death.
Afflicted, filial, yet to Heaven refign'd,

Soon

Soon he reach'd Albion, and as foon embark'd,
Eager to clafp the object of his love.

Blow, profperous breezes; fwiftly fail, thou Po:
Swift fail'd the Po, and happy breezes blew.
In Bifcay's ftormy feas an armed fhip,

Of force fuperior, from loud Charente's wave
Clapt them on board. The frighted flying crew
Their colours ftrike; when dauntlefs Junio fir'd
With noble indignation, kill'd the chief,
Who on the bloody deck dealt flaughter round.
The Gauls retreat; the Britons loud huzza;
And touch'd with fhame, with emulation ftung,
So plied their cannon, plied their miffile fires,
That foon in air the hapless Thunderer blew.
Blow, profperous breezes; swiftly fail, thou Po:
May no more dangerous fights retard thy way!
Soon Porto Santo's rocky heights they 'py,
Like clouds dim rifing in the distant fky.
Glad Eurus whiftles, laugh the sportive crew;
Each fail is fet to catch the favouring gale,
While on the yard-arm the harpooner fits,
Strikes the boneta, or the shark infnares :
The little nautilus, with purple pride
Expands his fails, and dances o'er the waves:
Small winged fifhes on the shrouds alight;
And beauteous dolphins gently play'd around.
Tho' faster than the Tropic-bird they flew,
Oft Junio cried, Ah! when fhall we fee land?
Soon land they made: and now in thought he clasp'd
His Indian bride, and deem'd his toils o'erpaid.
She, no lefs anxious, every evening walk'd

Ore