THELMON, whom passions now no more controul,
To science and to music gave his soul;
Fair CARMEL'S charms alone his love had fir'd,
Unmark'd the mind which every grace inspir'd,
With violence it flam'd, but soon expir'd.
His heedless wanderings fate or chance decides,
But now again near CARMEL'S dwelling guides;
Of which unmindful, still he rov'd the plains,
And to the setting sun pour'd forth sublime his strains.