The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade,
For talking age and whispering lovers made!
2. How often have I bless'd the coming day,
When toil remitting lent its aid to play,
And all the village train, from labor free,
Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree!
While many a pastime' circled' in the shade,
The young contending as the old survey'd;
And many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground,
And sleights of art and feats of strength went round.
And still, as each repeated pleasure tired,
Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired:
The dancing pair, that simply sought renown.
By holding out to tire each other down;
The swain, mistrustless of his smutted face,
While secret laughter titter'd round the place;
The bashful virgin's' sidelong looks of love,
The matron's glance that would those looks reprove:
These were thy charms, sweet village! sports like these,
With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please;
These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed,
These were thy charms;-but all these charms are fled.
3. Sweet, smiling village, loveliest of the lawn,
Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn:
Amid thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen,
And desolation saddens all thy green;
One only master grasps the whole domain,
And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain.
No more thy glassy" brook reflects the day,
But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way;
Along thy glades, a solitary guest,
The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest;
Amid thy desert walks the lapwing flies,
And tires their echoes with unvaried cries.
1 Pås' time.- Circled (sår′ kld).—a Mirthful (měrth' ful).
— Påir. — Laughter (låf' ter).—1 Virgin (vẻr' jin).- Glånce.-- Gråsps. -1oHålf.-11 Glass' y.
Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all,
And the long grass' o'ertops the moldering wall;
And, trembling, shrinking from the spoiler's hand,
Far, far away thy children leave the land.
4. Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey,
Where wealth accumulates, and men decay:
Princes and lords may flourish or may fade;
A breath can make them, as a breath has made
But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,
When once destroy'd can never be supplied.
A time there was, ere England's griefs began,
When every rood of ground maintain'd its man;
For him light labor spread her wholesome store,
Just gave what life required, but gave no more;
His best companions, innocence and health;
And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
But times are alter'd: trade's unfeeling train
Usurp' the land, and dispossess the swain;
Along the lawn, where scatter'd hamlets rose,
Unwieldy wealth and cumbrous pomp repose;
And every want to luxury allied,
And every pang that folly pays to pride.
Those gentle hours that plenty både to bloom,
Those calm desires that ask'd' but little room,
Those healthful sports that graced the peaceful scene,
Lived in each look, and brighten'd all the green;-
These, far departing, seek a kinder shōre,
And rural mirth and manners are no more.
5. Sweet Auburn! parent' of the blissful hour,
Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power.
Here, as I take my solitary rounds,
Amid thy tangling walks and ruin'd' grounds,
And, many a year elapsed, return to view
Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew,
Remembrance wakes with all her busy train,
'Gråss. - Fares (fårz). —'Ere (år).—'Usurp (yû zêrp'). — * Asked (Askt) —a Rural (rô' ral).---' Pår' ent.- Ruined (r8' ind).
Swells at my breast, and turns' the past' to pain.
In all my wanderings round this world of care,
In all my griefs-and God has given my share-
I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown,
Amid these humble bowers to lay me down;
To husband out life's taper at the close,
And keep the flame from wasting by repose:
I still had hopes,-for pride attends us still,-
Amid the swains to show my book-learn'd' skill;
Around my fire an evening group to draw,
And tell of all I felt and all I saw ;
And as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue,
Pants to the place from whence at first she flew,
I still had hopes, my long vexations past,
Here to return'-and die at home at last.10
6. O bless'd retirement! friend to life's decline,
Retreat from care, that never must be mine,
How bless'd is he who crowns, in shades like these,
A youth" of labor with an age of ease;
Who quits a world where strong temptations try,
And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
For him no wretches, born to work" and weep,
Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep;
Nor surly1 porter stands, in guilty state,
To spurn" imploring famine from the gate;
But on he moves to meet his latter end,
Angels around befriending virtue's' friend;
Sinks to the grave with unperceived decay,
While resignation gently slopes the way;
And all his prospects brightening to the last,
His heaven commences ere the world be past.
7 Sweet was the sound, when oft, at evening's close,
Up yonder hill the village murmur1 rose:
Turns (ternz).- Påst.- World (wêrld).-- Câre.- Shåre. -Booklearn’d (buk-lẻrnd).—" Håre.—* Pints.— Return (rẻ tẻrn).—" L&st.11 Youth. 12 Work (werk). 13 Surly (ser' 1). Spurn (spërn). — Virtue (vort' yu).—16 Murmur (môr' mer).
There,' as I pass'd' with careless steps and slow
The mingling notes came soften'd from below;
The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung,
The sober herd3 that low'd to meet their young;
The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool,
The playful children just let loose from school;
The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind,
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind:
These all in sweet confusion sought the shade,
And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
8 But now the sounds of population fail,
No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale,
No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread,
But all the bloomy flush of life is fled:
All but yon widow'd, solitary thing,
That feebly bends beside the plashy spring:
She, wretched matron, forced in age, for bread,
To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread,
To pick her wintry fagot from the thorn,
To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn-
She only left of all the harmless train,
The sad historian of the pensive plain.
49. THE DESERTED VILLAGE CONTINUED.
NEAR yönder copse, where once the garden smiled,
And still where many a garden-flower grows wild There, where a few tōrn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose.
A man he was to all the country dear,
And passing rich with forty pounds a year;
Remote from towns he ran his godly race,
Nor e'er had changed, nor wish'd to change, his place.
Unskillful he to fawn or seek for power,
By doctrines fashion'd to the varying hour:
"There (thår) ' Passed (påst). —— Hörd — E'or (år).
Far other aims his heart had learn'd to prize,
More bent to raise the wretched than to rise.
2. His house was known to all the vagrant train:
He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain;
The long-remember'd beggar was his guest,
Whose beard, descending, swept his aged breast;
The ruin'd spendthrift, now no longer proud,
Claim'd kindred there, and had his claims allow'd.
The broken soldier, kindly både to stay,
Sat by his fire, and talk'd the night away,
Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done,
Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.
Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow,
And quite forgot their vices in their woe;
Careless their merits or their faults to scan,
His pity gave ere charity began.
3. Thus, to relieve the wretched was his pride,
And even his failings lean'd to virtue's side;
But in his duty prompt at every call,
He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt, for all.
And, as a bird' each fond endearment tries
To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies,
He tried each art, reproved each dull delay,
Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Beside the bed where parting life was laid,
And sorrow, guilt, and pain by turns dismay'd,
The reverend champion stood. At his control,
Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul;
Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise,
And his last faltering accents whisper'd praise.
4. At church, with meek and unaffected grace,
His looks adorn'd the venerable place;
Truth' from his lips prevail'd with double sway,
And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
The services past, around the pious man,
'Their (thår). —_-' Bird (bård).- 'De spåir'. —• Truth (trẻth).—' Sår' vice.
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