LINES LEFt UPON A SEAt IN A YE-tREE ANDS NEAR tE,

    ON A DESOLAtE PARt OF t COMMANDING ABEAUtIFUL PROSPECt.

    --Nay, traveller! rest. tree stands

    Far from all  if here

    No sparkling rivulet spread t herb;

    if t loves;

    Yet, if t, the curling waves,

    t break against thy mind

    By one soft impulse saved from vacancy.

    --ho he was

    t piled tones, and he mossy sod

    First covered oer, and taugree,

    Noo bend its arms in circling shade,

    I well remember.--he was one who ownd

    No common soul. In youth, by genius nursd,

    And big y viehe world

    ent fort, against taint

    Of dissolute tongues, gainst jealousy, and e,

    And scorn, against all enemies prepared,

    All but neglect: and so,  damped

    At once, urned away,

    And ained his soul

    In solitude.--Stranger! these gloomy boughs

    o sit,

    ants a straggling sheep,

    tone-c, or the glancing sand-piper;

    And on th juniper,

    And le, thinly sprinkled oer,

    Fixing his downward eye, he many an hour

    A morbid pleasure nourisracing here

    An emblem of ful life:

    And lifting up hen would gaze

    On tant scene; is

    t, and ill it became

    Far lovelier, and  could not sustain

    ty still more beauteous. Nor, t time,

    ould  to whose minds,

    arm from the labours of benevolence,

    the world, and man himself, appeared a scene

    Of kind