In this sweet scene, to all the virtues kind, Mild Zamor own'd the richest gifts of mind; For o'er his tuneful breast the heav'nly muse Shed from her sacred spring, inspiring dews. She loves to breathe her hallow'd flame, where art 5 Has never veil'd the soul, or warp'd the heart; Where fancy glows with all her native fire, And passion lives on the exulting lyre. Nature, in terror rob'd, or beauty drest, Could thrill with dear enchantment Zamor's breast: 10 He lov'd the languid sigh the zephyr pours, He lov'd the murm'ring rill that fed the flow'rs; But more the hollow sound the wild winds form, When black upon the billow hangs the storm; The torrent rolling from the mountain steep, 15 Its white foam trembling on the darken'd deep-- And oft on Andes' height with eager gaze, He view'd the sinking sun's reflected rays, Glow like unnumber'd stars, that seem to rest Sublime, upon his ice-encircled breast. 20 Oft his wild warblings charm'd the festal hour, Rose in the vale, and languish'd in the bower; The heart's responsive tones he well could move, Whose song was nature, and whose theme was love. Aciloe's beauties his fond eye confest, 25 Yet more Aciloe's virtues warm'd his breast. Ah stay, ye tender hours of young delight, Suspend ye moments your impatient flight; For sure if aught on earth can bliss impart, Can shed the genuine joy that sooths the heart, 30 'Tis felt, when early passion's pure controul Unfolds the first affections of the soul; Bids her soft sympathies the bosom move, And wakes the mild emotions dear to love. The gentle tribe Aciloe's sire obey'd 35 Who still in wisdom, and in mercy sway'd. From him the dear illusions long had fled, That o'er the morn of life enchantment shed; Yet virtue's calm reflections cheer'd his breast, And life was joy serene, and death was rest. 40 Tho' sweet the early spring, her blossoms bright, When first she swells the heart with pure delight, Yet not unlovely is the sober ray That meekly beams o'er autumn's temper'd day; Dear are her fading beauties to the soul, 45 While scarce perceiv'd the deep'ning shadows roll.