Brief let me be; the fatal ftorm arose; The billows rag'd, the pilot's art was vain ; ODES, ODES, SONGS, BALLADS, &c. RURAL ELEGANCE. An ODE to the late Duchefs of SOMERSET. Written 1750. W HILE orient skies reftore the day, Amid the sprightly fcenes of morn, Ye rural thanes that o'er the moffy down And urg'd by rude constraint refound the jovial cry? See from the neighbouring hill, forlorn He finds his faithful fences torn, He finds his labour'd crops a prey; And with no random curfes loads the deed. Nor Nor yet, ye fwains, conclude That nature fmiles for you alone; Your bounded fouls, and your conceptions crude, Nor ever the defencelefs train Of clinging infants afk fupport in vain ? But though the various harvest gild your plains, Or the warm hope of distant gains Athirft ye praife the limpid ftream, 'tis true: The limpid fountain murmurs not for you. Unpleas'd ye fee the thickets bloom, The dappled mead without a smile. O let a rural confcious Mufe, For well fhe knows, your froward fenfe accufe: Forth to the folemn oak you bring the square, And span the maffy trunk, before you cry, 'tis fair. Nor Nor yet ye learn'd, nor yet ye courtly train, She, where the pleases kind or coy, Lo! not an hedge-row hawthorn blows, Ev'n thriftless furze detains their wandering fight, And the rough barren rock grows pregnant with delight. With what fufpicious fearful care The fordid wretch fecures his claim, If haply fome luxurious heir Should alienate the fields that wear his name! What fcruples left fome future birth Should litigate a span of earth! Bonds, contracts, feoffments, names unmeet for profe, Alas! her unrevers'd decree, More comprehenfive and more free, Her lavish charter, tafte, appropriates all we fee. Let gondolas their painted flags unfold, Each laughing Mufe derides the vow; Ev'n Adria fcorns the mock embrace, Enjoys trinmphant every grace, Fatigu'd with form's oppreffive laws, Does the not sweets in each fair valley find, Ah, can fhe covet there to fee The fplendid flaves, the reptile race, 4 That |