From early dawn the livelong hours she told, Great Abbas chanc'd that fated morn to stray, By love conducted from the chase away; Among the vocal vales he heard her song; And sought, the vales and echoing groves among; At length he found, and woo'd, the rural maid; She knew the monarch, and with fear obey'd. "Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd; "And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!" The royal lover bore her from the plain; Yet still her crook and bleating flock remain: Oft, as she went, she backward turn'd her view, And bade that crook and bleating flock adieu. That these flowers are found in very great abundance in some of the provinces of Persia; see the Modern History of Mr. Salmon. Fair happy maid! to other scenes remove; Yet, 'midst the blaze of courts, she fix'd her love On the cool fountain, or the shady grove; Still, with the shepherd's innocence, her mind To the sweet vale, and flowery mead, inclin'd; And, oft as spring renew'd the plains with flowers, Breath'd his soft gales, and led the fragrant hours, With sure return she sought the sylvan scene, The breezy mountains, and the forests green. Her maids around her mov'd, a duteous band! Each bore a crook, all-rural, in her hand: Some simple lay, of flocks and herds they sung; With joy the mountain, and the forest rung. "Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd; "And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!” And oft the royal lover left the care And thorns of state, attendant on the fair; Oft to the shades and low-roof'd cots retir'd; And thought of crowns, and busy courts, no more. Blest was the life that royal Abbas led : Sweet was his love, and innocent his bed. What if in wealth the noble maid excel? The simple shepherd girl can love as well. Let those who rule in Persia's jewell'd throne Be fam❜d for love, and gentlest love alone; Or wreath, like Abbas, full of fair renown, The lover's myrtle with the warrior's crown. Oh happy days! the maids around her say; O haste; profuse of blessings, haste away! "Be every youth, like royal Abbas, mov'd; "And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!" ECLOGUE IV. AGIB AND SECANDER; OR, THE FUGITIVES. SCENE, A MOUNTAIN IN CIRCASSIA. TIME, MIDNIGHT. IN fair Circassia, where, to love inclin'd, |