XXVII. THE THREE COTTAGE GIRLS. 1. How blest the Maid whose heart-yet free Beats with a fancy running high, Hath cherished on a healthful soil; Who knows not pomp, who heeds not pelf; Whose heaviest sin it is to look Askance upon her pretty Self Reflected in some crystal brook ; Whom grief hath spared-who sheds no tear But in sweet pity; and can hear Another's praise from envy clear. II. Such (but O lavish Nature! why A Sister serves with slacker hand; Then, glittering like a star, she joins the festal band. III. How blest (if truth may entertain Coy fancy with a bolder strain) The HELVETIAN Girl-who daily braves, In her light skiff, the tossing waves, And quits the bosom of the deep -Say whence that modulated shout! From Wood-nymph of Diana's throng? Or does the greeting to a rout Of giddy Bacchanals belong? Jubilant outcry! rock and glade IV. Her beauty dazzles the thick wood; Her steps the elastic green-sward meets Be as thou art-for through thy veins *Sweet HIGHLAND Girl! a very shower Of beauty was thy earthly dower,' * See Address to a Highland Girl, p. 117, vol. iii. VOL. IV. M While Hope and Love around thee played, As grief can be in grief's pursuit ? Of innocence survive to mitigate distress? VI. But from our course why turn-to tread Nor take one ray of light from Thee; The gift of immortality; And there shall bloom, with Thee allied, The Votaress by Lugano's side; And that intrepid Nymph, on Uri's steep, descried! XXVIII. THE COLUMN INTENDED BY BUONAPARTE FOR A TRIUMPHAL EDIFICE IN AMBITION following down this far-famed slope In Fortune's rhetoric. Daughter of the Rock, |