Enlight'ning Peace! for thine the hours That wisdom decks in moral grace, And thine invention's fairy powers, The charm improv'd of nature's face; Propitious come! in silence laid Beneath thy olive's grateful shade, Pour the mild bliss that sooths the tuneful mind, And in thy zone the hostile spirit bind. XXXII. While Albion on her parent deep Shall rest, may glory light her shore, May honour there his vigils keep Till time shall wing its course no more; Till angels wrap the spheres in fire, Till earth and yon fair orbs expire, While chaos mounted on the wasting flame, Shall spread eternal shade o'er nature's frame. EDWIN AND ELTRUDA, A LEGENDARY TALE. _Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain; The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant it. It is silly, sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age._ SHAKSPEARE'S TWELFTH NIGHT. EDWIN AND ELTRUDA A LEGENDARY TALE. Where the pure Derwent's waters glide Along their mossy bed, Close by the river's verdant side, A castle rear'd its head. The ancient pile by time is raz'd, Where Gothic trophies frown'd; Where once the gilded armour blaz'd, And banners wav'd around. There liv'd a chief, well known to fame, A bold advent'rous knight; Renown'd for victory; his name In glory's annals bright. What time in martial pomp he led His gallant, chosen train; The foe, who oft had conquer'd, fled, Indignant fled, the plain. Yet milder virtues he possest, And gentler passions felt; For in his calm and yielding breast The soft affections dwelt. No rugged toils the heart could steel, By nature form'd to prove Whate'er the tender mind can feel, In friendship, or in love. He lost the partner of his breast, Who sooth'd each rising care; And ever charm'd the pains to rest She ever lov'd to share. From solitude he hop'd relief. And this lone mansion sought, To cherish there his faithful grief, To nurse the tender thought. There, to his bosom fondly dear, An infant daughter smil'd, And oft the mourner's falling tear Bedew'd his Emma's child. The tear, as o'er the babe he hung, Would tremble in his eye; While blessings, falt'ring on his tongue, Were breath'd but in a sigh. Tho' time could never heal the wound, It sooth'd the hopeless pain; And in his child he thought he found His Emma liv'd again. Soft, as the dews of morn arise, And on the pale flower gleam; So soft Eltruda's melting eyes With love and pity beam. As drest in charms, the lonely flower Smiles in the desert vale; With beauty gilds the morning hour, And scents the evening gale; So liv'd in solitude, unseen, This lovely, peerless maid; So grac'd the wild, sequester'd scene, And blossom'd in the shade. Yet love could pierce the lone recess, For there he likes to dwell; To leave the noisy crowd, and bless With happiness the cell.