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II.
One silent eve I wandered late,

And heard the voice of love;
The turtle thus addressed her mate,

And soothed the listening dove;

Our mutual bond of faith and truth

No time shall disengage,
Those blessings of our early youth
Shall cheer our latest age:

IV.
While innocence without disguise,

And constancy sincere,
Shall fill the circles of those eyes,
- And mine can read them there;

V.
Those ills, that wait on all below,

Shall 'ne'er be felt by me,
Or gently felt, and only so,
As being shared with thee.

VI.
When lightnings flash among the trees,

Or kites are bovering near,
I fear lest thee alone they seize,
And know no other fear.

VII.
'Tis then I feel myself a wife,

And press thy wedded side, Resolved an union formed for life

Death never shall divide,

VIII.

But oh! if fickle and unchaste,

(Forgive a transient thought) Thou could become unkind at last, And scorn thy present lọt.

IX.
No need of lightning from on high,

Or kites with cruel beak;
Denied the endearments of thine eye,
This widowed heart would break.

X.
Thus sang the sweet sequestered bird,

Soft as the passing wind,
And I recorded what I heard,

A lesson for mankind;

A FABLE.

A Raven, while with glossy breast
Her new-laid eggs she fondly pressed,
And on her wicker-work high mounted,
Her chickens prematurely counted,
(A fault philosophers might blame
If quite exempted from the same)

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Enjoyed at ease the genial day;
'Twas April as the bumpkins say,
The legislature called it May.
But suddenly a wind as bigl,
As ever swept a winter sky,
Shook the young leaves about her ears,
And filled her with a thousand fears,
Lest the rude blast should snap the bough,
And spread her golden hopes below.
But just at éve the blowing weather,
And all her fears were hushed together:
And now, quoth poor unthinking Ralph,
'Tis over, and the brood is safe ;
(For ravens, though as birds of omen
They teach both conjurors and old women
To tell us what is to befall,
Can't prophesy themselves at all.)
The morning came when neighbour Hodge,
Who long bad marked her airy lodge,
And destined all the treasure there
A gift to his expecting fair,
Climbed like a squirrel to bis dray,
And bore the worthless prize away.

M O R A L.

'Tis Providence alone secureş
In every change both mine and

yours:
Safety consists not in escape
From dangers of a frightful shape;
An earthquake may be bid to spare
The man, that's strangled by a bair.

Fate steals along with silent tread,
Found oftenest in what least we dread,
Frowns in the storm with angry brow,
But in the sunshine strikes the blow.

COMPARISON.

The lapse of time and rivers is the same,
Both spced their journey with a restless stream;
The silent pace, with which they steal away,
No wealth can bribe, no prayers persuade to stay;
Alike irrevocable both when past,
And a wide ocean swallows both at last.
Though each resemble each in every part,
A difference strikes at length the musing heart;
Streanis never flow in vain; where streams abound,
How laughs the land with various plenty crowned!
But time, that slonld enrich the nobler mind,
Neglected leaves a dreary' waste behind.

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TH3 POET's new-YBAR'S GIFT.

ANOTHER.

ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY.

Sweet stream, that winds thro' yonder glade,
Apt emblem of a virtuous maid-
Silent and chaste she steals along,
Far from the world's gay busy throng;
With gentle yet prevailing force,
Intent
upon

her destined course;
Graceful and useful all she does,
Blessing and blest where'er she goes,
Pure-bosomed as that watery glass,
And heaven reflected in her face.

THE POET'S NEW-YEAR'S GIFT.

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MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON..

MARIA! I have every good

For thee wished many a time;
Both sad, and in a cheerful mood,

But neyer yet in rhime.

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