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“ No, never, from this hour to part,

“ We'll live and love so true ;
“ The figh that rends thy constant heart,

Shall break thy Edwin's too.”




The NighTINGALE and Glow-WORM.


HE prudent nymph, whose cheeks disclose

The lilly, and the blushing rose,
From public view her charms will screen,
And rarely in the crowd be seen;
This simple truth shall keep her wise,
". The fairest fruits attract the flies.”

One night a glow-worm, proud and vain,
Contemplating her glitt'ring train,
Cry’d, sure there never was in nature
So elegant, so fine a creature.
All other insects, that I see,
The frugal ant, industrious bee,
Or filk-worm, with contempt I view ;
With all that low, mechanic crew,
Who servilely their lives employ
In business, enemy to joy.
Mean, vulgar herd! ye are my scorn,
For grandeur only I was born,
Or sure am sprung from race divine,
And plac'd on earth, to live and shine.
Those lights, that sparkle so on high,
Are but the glow-worms of the sky,


And kings on earth their gems admire,
Because they imitate my fire.

She spoke. Attentive on a spray,
A Nightingale forbore his lay;
He saw the shining morfel near,
And flew, directed by the glare ;
A while he gaz'd with sober look,
And thus the trembling prey bespoke :

Deluded fool, with pride elate,
Know, 'tis thy beauty brings thy fate :
Less dazzling, long thou might'it have lain
Unheeded on the velvet plain :
Pride, foon or late, degraded mourns,
And beauty wrecks whom she adorns.

HY M E N and DEA TH.


IXTEEN, dy'e say? nay then 'tis time,

Another year destroys your prime.
But stay--the settlement ! “ That's made."
Why then's my simple girl afraid ?
Yet hold a moment, if you can,
And heedfully the fable scan.

The shades were fled, the morning blush'd,
The winds were in their caverns hush'd
When Hymen, pensive and fedate,
Held o'er the fields his musing gait.
Behind him, through the green-wood fhade,
Death's meagre form the god survey'd;


Who quickly, with gigantic stride,
Out-went his pace and join'd his fide.
The chat on various subjects ran,
Till angry Hymen thus began.

Relentless death, whose iron fway
Mortal reluctant must obey ;
Still of thy pow'r shall I complain,
And thy too partial hand arraign?
When Cupid brings a pair of hearts,
All over stuck with equal darts,
Thy cruel shafts my hopes deride,
And cut the knot that Hymen ty'd.

Shall not the bloody and the bold,
The miser, hoarding up his gold,
The harlot, reeking from the stew,
Alone thy fell revenge pursue ?
But must the gentle, and the kind,
Thy fury, undistinguish’d, find ?

The monarch calmly thus reply'd;
Weigh well the cause, and then decide.
That friend of yours you lately nam’d,
Cupid, alone is to be blam'd;
Then let the charge be justly laid;
That idle boy neglects his trade,
And hardly once in twenty years,
A couple to your temple bears.
The wretches, whom your office blends,
Silenus now, or Plutus sends;


Hence care, and bitterness, and strife,
Are common toʻthe nuptial life.

Believe me; more than all mankind,
Your vot’ries my compassion find;
Yet cruel am I call’d, and base,
Who seek the wretched to release ;
The captive from his bonds to free,
Indiffoluble but for me.

'Tis I entice him to the yoke;
By me, your crowded altars smoke;
For mortals boldly dare the noose,
Secure that death will set them loose.

The WOLF, the Sheep, and the LAMB.


UTY demands, the parent's voice

Should fanctify the daughter's choice;
In that is due obedience.Thewn ;
To chuse belongs to her alone.

May horror seize his midnight hour,
Who builds upon a parent's pow'r,
And claims, by purchase vile and base,
The loathing maid for his embrace ;
Hence virtue fickens and the breast,
Where peace had built her downy nest,
Becomes the troubled seat of care,
And pines with anguish, and despair.

A wolf, rapacious, rough and bold,
Whose nightly plunders thin'd the fold,



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