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A lesson for mankind.
A RAVEN, while with glossy breast
And destind all the treasure there
"Tis Providence alone sccures
THE lapse of time and rivers is the same,
ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY.
SWEET stream, that winds through 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 destin'd course; Graceful and useful all she docs, Blessing and bless'd where'er she goes, Pure-bosoi'd as that wat’ry glass, And Heay'n reflected in her face.
POET'S NEW-YEAR'S GIFT.
TO MRS. (NOW LADY) TIROCKNORTON.
MARIA! I have ev'ry good
For thee wish'd many a time,
But never yet in rhyme.
To wislı thee fairer is no need,
More prudent, or more sprightly,
From temper flaws unsightly.
What favour then not yet possess'd
Can I for thee require,
To thy whole heart's desire ?
None here is happy but in part.
Full bliss is bliss divino :
And doubtless one in thine.
That wish on some fair future day,
Which Fate shall brightly gild,
I wish it all fulfill'd.
PATRON of all those luckless brains,
That, to the wrong side leaning,
And little or no meaning.
And why, since oceans, rivers, streams,
That water all the nations,
In constant exhalations;
Why, stooping from the noon of day,
Too covetous of drink,
A poet's drop of ink?
Upborne into the vicwless air,
It fioats a vapour now,
By all the winds that blow.
Ordain’d, perliaps, ere summer flios,
Comiin'd withı inillious miore,
Though black and foul before.
Illustrious drop! and happy then
Beyond the liappiest lot,
So soon to be forgot.
Phæbus, if such be thy design,
To place it in thy bow,
With equal grace below.
PAIRING TIME ANTICIPATED.
I SHALL not ask Jean Jaques Rosseau, If birds contabulate or no; * It was one of the whimsical speculations of this philoso plier, that all fables, which ascribe reason and sprech 10 ani. mals, shonld be withheid froin children, as being only vehicles of cleception. But what child was ever deccived by them, or can be, against the cvidence of his senses ?