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Thus canst thou, Rochemont, view this pictured chart,
To think the tempest past, the wanderings o'er?
Canst thou recall the days when jealous Doubt,
And say ;-—the land through Fancy's glass descried,
Or are her optics false, her tints untrue ?
O say they are not !—Though life's ceaseless cares,
But soon the restless seaman longs to change His bounded view and tempt the deeps again ; Careless he breaks from weeping Susan's arms, To fight with billows and to plough the main.
So shalt not thou, for no returning prow
E’er cut the ocean which thy bark has past;
Too strong relentless Fate has fixed her bars,
And I my destined captive hold too fast.
LOVE AND TIME.
TO MRS. MULSO.
On Stella's brow as lately envious Time
Digging him little caves in every cell,
He spied the God: and wondered still to spy,
The sovereign boy entrenched in a smile,
" What dost thou here, fond boy? Away, for shame!
Mine is this field, by conquest fairly won;
Go revel with fresh Youth in scenes of folly,
Thy streams are froze, that once so briskly ran,
See where Florella's cheeks soft bloom disclose,
Thus spake old Time, of Love the deadliest foe,-
But nothing daunted he returned again,
And, “ Fool!” said he, “ to think I e'er shall fly
* Dost thou not see,- -or' art thou blind with
age, How many Graces on her eyelids sit, Linking those viewless chains that bind the soul, And sharpening smooth discourse with pointed wit; How many where she moves attendant wait,
The slow smooth step inspire, or high commanding gait?
“ Each one a several charm around her throws,
Some to attract, some powerful to repell,
Severer some, to strike with awful fear
Each rude licentious tongue that wounds the virtuous ear.
“ Not one of them is of thy scythe in dread,
Or for thy cankered malice careth aught,
For where the Graces are, will Love for ever stay.