AN EXPEDITION TO FIFE, &c. ་་་་ Thro' the small opening of the mainsail broad, Till death, the ghastly monarch, shuts the scene. And now we gain the May, whose midnight light Of social friendship, guiding those that err Thanks, kindest Nature! for those floating gems Those green-grown isles, with which you, lavish, strew AN EXPEDITION TO FIFE, &c. ་་་་་་་་་་་་་ Great Neptune's empire. But for thee! the main Were an uncomfortable mazy flood. No guidance, then, would bless the steersman's skill, No resting-place would crown the mariner's wish, When he to distant gales his canvas spreads, To search new wonders.-Here the verdant, shores Beyond the power of mortals to disjoin To cast our eyes around from shore to shore, And now by fancy led, we wander wild Where o'er the rugged steep the buried dead AN EXPEDITION TO FIFE, &c. Remote lie anchor'd in their parent mould; E'er aw'd thy progress, or controul'd thy sway, To Fife we steer, of all beneath the sun The most unhallow'd 'midst the Scotian plains! And here, sad emblem of deceitful times! Hath sad Hypocrisy her standard borne. Mirth knows no residence, but ghastly Fear Stands trembling and appall'd at airy sights. Once, only once! Reward it O ye Pow'rs! Did Hospitality, with open face, And winning smile, cheer the deserted sight, AN EXPEDITION TO FIFE, &c. That else had languish'd for the bless'd return Lest the Courtiers offended should be; 'Tis so pat to all the tribe, Each cries, It was levell'd at me. GAY. 'Tis woman that seduces all mankind. FILCH. BENEATH what cheerful region of the sky Shall Wit, shall Humour, and the Muses fly? For ours, a cold, inhospitable clime, Refuses quarter to the Muse and rhyme. |