ON SPRING. BY WILLIAM HAMILTON OF BANGOUR, ESQ. Immortalia ne speres, monet annus------ HOR. Now Spring begins her smiling round, Above the feather'd songster wooes. Soon will the ripen'd summer yield With ruby-tinctur'd births shall glow; Sweet smells, from beds of lilies born, Soft on a bank of violets laid, Fair Tweda's silver flood constrains: Frequenting now the stream no more, Yet, when in snow and dreary frost To lead the dance, to court the fair, When wrinkles dire, and Age severe, Unhappy love! might lovers say, Virtues prepare with early care, That Love may live on Wisdom's fare; Vol. XIV. C Tho' ecstasy with beauty flies, Esteem is born when beauty dies. Happy to whom the Fates decree The gift of heav'n in giving thee: Thy beauty shall his youth engage; Thy virtue shall delight his age. WRITTEN IN SPRING. AND SENT TO HIS GRACE DR. THOMAS HERRING, Archbishop of Canterbury, BY THE REV, FRANCIS FAWKES, M. A. BRIGHT God of day, whose genial power Revives the buried seed, That spreads with foliage every bower, With verdure every mead, Bid all thy vernal breezes fly Diffusing mildness through the sky; Enough has Winter's hand severe |