Far other feelings his mild soul imprest; Far other ardours shook his hopeless breast. With purest passion long his bosom beat, Its rise propitious, and its progress sweet. Returning love diffus'd the nameless charm, And met his hopes, in virgin blushes warm. In mutual confidence and fondness blest, Nor guilt alarm'd, nor fear disturb'd the breast. But eyes parental, film'd with doubtful hue, (That with inverted glass youth's prospects view,) Mark'd the soft transports of their chaste delight, And peevish envy sicken'd at the fight. With keen infliction giv'n, the stern command Cut with relentless stroke the tender band. The pious maid, with dutious, fearful smart, Tore the fond lover from her trembling heart. Despairing, doating—with distracted mien— He flew the spot, and chang'd the heav'nly scene; Rush'd to the rigours of the frozen pole, To quench the conflicts of his fervid soul: His fervid griefs the frozen aid deny, And brave the winter of an arctic sky; Thence by the winds and fiercer passions blown, He tries the ardours of the flaming zone. Seeking with hopeless agony to find Extremes like those, which shook his tortur'd mind; From cold Despair's keen night and icy sway, To all the scorchings of Love's burning ray. See o'er the glossy wave the vessel skim, In swelling garments proud, and gayest trim, Glitt'ring in streamers, deck'd in painted guile, Cov'ring the latent bane with specious smile, In shining colours, splendidly array'd, Assume the honours of an _honest trade_, And hide, beneath a prostituted glare, The poison'd purpose, and the' insidious snare. Beguil'd, the crew now raise the' associate strain, And the last drops from pleasure's goblet drain. The gloomy _master_ views with looks malign Their short-liv'd mirth, and hugs the black design— Feeds his dark rancour with the foul alloy— How soon the impending fate will damn their joy.