The dinner comes, and down they sit : One wipes his nose upon his sleeve, Yet, not to give offence or grieve, The punch goes round, and they are dull Like barrels with their bellies full, At length the busy time begins, The money chinks, down drop their chins, One talks of mildew and of frost, And one of storms of hail, And one, of pigs that he has lost Quoth one, A rarer man than you But yet, methinks, to tell you true, 40 48 56 Oh, why are farmers made so coarse, Or clergy made so fine! A kick that scarce would move a horse May kill a sound divine. 64 Then let the boobies stay at home; THE MODERN PATRIOT [Written Feb., 1780. Published 1782.] REBELLION is my theme all day; I only wish 'twould come (As who knows but perhaps it may ?) Yon roaring boys, who rave and fight I always held them in the right, When lawless mobs insult the court, But oh! for him my fancy culls Your house about your ears. Such civil broils are my delight; A rope! I wish we patriots had THE NIGHTINGALE AND GLOW-WORM [Written Feb., 1780. Published 1782.] A NIGHTINGALE, that all day long The songster heard his short oration, 16 24 10 20 Hence jarring sectaries may learn That brother should not war with brother, Those Christians best deserve the name A FABLE [Written May 9, 1780. Published 1782. There is a copy Shook the young leaves about her ears, Lest the rude blast should snap the bough, (For Ravens, though, as birds of omen, Can't prophesy themselves at all.) The morning came, when neighbour Hodge, And destin'd all the treasure there A gift to his expecting fair, 14, 15 Instead of these two lines A. has: Lest the rude Blast that Threatn'd so, And Rocked her Cradle to and fro, Should split the Trunk, or snap the Bough 30 10 20 Climb'd like a squirrel to his dray, MORAL 'Tis Providence alone secures, In every change, but mine and your's: From dangers of a frightful shape; THE DOVES [Written May, 1780. Published 1782. There is a copy among the Ash MSS. entitled Anti-thelyphthora.] REAS'NING at every step he treads, While meaner things, whom instinct leads, One silent eve I wander'd late, Our mutual bond of faith and truth, While innocence without disguise, And constancy sincere, Shall fill the circles of those eyes, And mine can read them there; Those ills that wait on all below Or gently felt, and only so, When lightnings flash among the trees, Or kites are hov'ring near, I fear lest thee alone they seize, And know no other fear. Before verse 1 A. has: Muse, mark the much lamented day, Forth issuing on the last of May Thelyphthora appear'd. 5 One silent] That fatal A, 8 16 24 'Tis then I feel myself a wife, But oh! if, fickle and unchaste, No need of lightnings from on high, Denied th' endearments of thine eye, Thus sang the sweet sequester'd bird And I recorded what I heard A lesson for mankind. A COMPARISON [Written (?). Published 1782. MS. copies of this and the next poem are in the British Museum.] THE lapse of time and rivers is the same; Both speed their journey with a restless stream ; The silent pace with which they steal away 32 40 No wealth can bribe, no pray'rs persuade to stay; Alike irrevocable both when past, And a wide ocean swallows both at last. Though each resemble each in ev'ry part, A difference strikes at length the musing heart; Streams never flow in vain; where streams abound, How laughs the land with various plenty crown'd! But time that should enrich the nobler mind, Neglected, leaves a dreary waste behind. ANOTHER ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY [Written June, 1780. Published 1782.] 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 31 could 1787-1800, 11 10 |