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SUNG BY GUIDERUS AND ARVIRAGUS OVER
O fair Fidele's graffy tomb
Soft maids, and village hinds fhall bring
No wailing ghoft fhall dare appear
And melting virgins own their love.
The red-breast oft at evening hours
Shall kindly lend his little aid,
When howling winds, and beating rain,
In tempefts shake the fylvan cell; Or 'midft the chace on every plain,
The tender thought on thee fhall dwell.
Each lonely scene shall thee reftore,
For thee the tear be duly fhed; Belov'd, till life can charm no more; And mourn'd, till Pity's felf be dead:
DEATH OF MR. THOMSON,
THE SCENE OF THE FOLLOWING
SUPPOSED ΤΟ LIE ON THE THAMES, NEAR
IN yonder grave a Druid lies
Where flowly winds the ftealing wave!
The year's best sweets fhall duteous rife
In yon deep bed of whisp'ring reeds
His airy harp fhall now be laid,
That he, whofe heart in forrow bleeds,
The harp of EOLUS, of which fee a defcription in the CASTLE OF INDOLENCE,
Then maids and youths fhall linger here,
To hear the Woodland Pilgrim's knell.
And oft fufpend the dashing oar
To bid his gentle spirit reft!
Yet lives there one, whofe heedless
Shall fcorn thy pale shrine glimm'ring near? With him, fweet bard, may Fancy die,
And Joy defert the blooming year.
Dun Night has veil'd the folemn view!
* Mr. Thomson refided in the neighbourhood of Richmond fometime before his death,