Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: RETIREMENT. When in the crimson cloud of even The lingering light decays, And Hesper on the front of heaven His glittering gem displays; Deep in the silent vale, unseen, Beside a lulling stream, A pensive youth of placid mien Indulg’d this tender theme: Ye cliffs, in hoary grandeur pil’d High o'er the glimmering dale, Ye woods, along whose windings wild Murmurs the solemn gale? Where Melancholy strays forlorn, And Woe retires to weep, What time the wan moon’s yellow horn Gleams on the western deep?
To you, ye wastes, whose artless charms Ne'er drew ambition’s eye, Scap’d a tumultuous world’s alarms, To your retreats I fly. Deep in your most sequester’d bower Let me at last recline, Where Solitude, mild, modest power, Leans on her ivy’d shrine.
How shall I woo thee, matchless fair! Thy heavenly smile how win! Thy smile that smooths the brow of Care And stills the storm within. O wilt thou to thy favourite grove Thine ardent votary bring, And bless his hours, and bid them move Serene, on silent wing!
Oft let Remembrance soothe his mind With dreams of former days, When in the lap of Peace reclin’d He fram’d his infant lays; When Fancy rov’d at large, nor Care, Nor cold Distrust alarm’d, Nor Envy with malignant glare His simple youth had harm’d. ‘Twas then, O Solitude ! to thee His early vows were paid, From heart sincere, and warm, and free, Devoted to the shade. Ah, why did Fate his steps decoy In stormy paths to roam, Remote from all congenial joy !? O take the wanderer home.
Thy shades, thy silence now be mine, Thy charms my only theme; My haunt the hollow cliff, whose pine Waves o'er the gloomy stream: Whence the scar’d owl on pinions gray Breaks fro…