Classic Poem

A PASTORAL ELEGY

'T was on a joyless and a gloomy morn,
Wet was the grass, and hung with pearls the thorn;
When Damon, who design'd to pass the day
With hounds and horns, and chase the flying prey,
Rose early from his bed; but soon he found
The welkin pitch'd with sullen clouds around,
An eastern wind, and dew upon the ground.
Thus while he stood, and sighing did survey
The fields, and curs'd th' ill omens of the day,
He saw Menalcas come with heavy pace;
Wet were his eyes, and cheerless was his face:
He wrung his hands, distracted with his care,
And sent his voice before him from afar.
" Return, " he cried, " return, unhappy swain,
The spongy clouds are fill'd with gath'ring rain;
The promise of the day not only cross'd,
But ev'n the spring, the spring itself is lost.
Amyntas — O! " — he could not speak the rest,
Nor needed, for presaging Damon guess'd.
Equal with Heav'n young Damon lov'd the boy,
The boast of nature, both his parents' joy.
His graceful form revolving in his mind;
So great a genius, and a soul so kind,
Gave sad assurance that his fears were true;
Too well the envy of the gods he knew:
For when their gifts too lavishly are plac'd,
Soon they repent, and will not make them last.
For, sure, it was too bountiful a dole,
The mother's features, and the father's soul.
Then thus he cried: " The Morn bespoke the news;
The Morning did her cheerful light diffuse;
But see how suddenly she chang'd her face,
And brought on clouds and rain, the day's disgrace:
Just such, Amyntas, was thy promis'd race!
What charms adorn'd thy youth, where nature smil'd,
And more than man was giv'n us in a child!
His infancy was ripe; a soul sublime
In years so tender that prevented time:
Heav'n gave him all at once; then snatch'd away,
Ere mortals all his beauties could survey,
Just like the flow'r that buds and withers in a day. "

M ENALCAS

The mother, lovely, tho' with grief oppress'd,
Reclin'd his dying head upon her breast.
The mournful family stood all around;
One groan was heard, one universal sound:
All were in floods of tears and endless sorrow drown'd.
So dire a sadness sate on ev'ry look,
Ev'n Death repented he had giv'n the stroke.
He griev'd his fatal work had been ordain'd,
But promis'd length of life to those who yet remain'd.
The mother's and her eldest daughter's grace,
It seems, had brib'd him to prolong their space.
The father bore it with undaunted soul,
Like one who durst his destiny control;
Yet with becoming grief he bore his part,
Resign'd his son, but not resign'd his heart:
Patient as Job; and may he live to see,
Like him, a new increasing family!

D AMON

Such is my wish, and such my prophecy,
For yet, my friend, the beauteous mold remains;
Long may she exercise her fruitful pains!
But, ah! with better hap, and bring a race
More lasting, and endued with equal grace!
Equal she may, but farther none can go;
For he was all that was exact below.

M ENALCAS

Damon, behold yon breaking purple cloud;
Hear'st thou not hymns and songs divinely loud?
There mounts Amyntas; the young cherubs play
About their godlike mate, and sing him on his way.
He cleaves the liquid air, behold, he flies,
And every moment gains upon the skies.
The new-come guest admires th' ethereal state,
The sapphire portal, and the golden gate;
And now admitted in the shining throng,
He shows the passport which he brought along.
His passport is his innocence and grace,
Well known to all the natives of the place.
Now sing, ye joyful angels, and admire
Your brother's voice that comes to mend your choir:
Sing you, while endless tears our eyes bestow;
For like Amyntas none is left below.