WHICH the disturbed fituation of the country. AT STRASBURG, IN THE MONTH OF FEBRUARY 1792. THE DESERTED VILLAGE. GOLDSMITH. SWEET AUBURN! lovelieft village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheer'd the labouring swain; Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting fummer's ling'ring blooms delay'd. Dear lovely bow'rs of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when ev'ry sport could please, Where humble happiness endear'd each scene! The shelter'd cot, the cultivated farm, The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church, that top't the neighb'ring hill, How often have I bleft the coming day, Succeeding sports the mirthful band infpir'd, A The dancing pair that simply sought renown, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove, One only mafter grafps the whole domain, The hollow-founding bittern guards its neft; Ill fares the land, to haft'ning ills a prey, A time there was, ere England's griefs began, BUT times are alter'd: trade's unfeeling train And ev'ry pang that folly pays to pride. Those gentle hours that plenty bade to bloom, |