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On Wednesday the sicken’d, I griev'd and was sad,
To nurse her, in vain I essay'd ;
For her death I most ardently pray'd.
And left me her aid to deplore;
But now I must see her no more.
And with lilacs entwin'd it around;
And to a suppliant maid attend;
That man's as good as you.
Nor spread upon his board
Is still among the crowd;
He envies not your lot;
And on his hearth one faggot burns,
He haftcns to his cot.
(While each alike's his care); With wanton gamb'lings itrive to please, And eager climb his honour'd knees,
The envied kiss to share:
Nor robs his soul of rest;
Are strangers to his breast.
Bring happiness like this? Can pompous
titles and estates, The fleeting gifts of blinded fates,
Be reckon'd equal bliss ?
No ! hence ye vain delusive toys,
poor, fantastic, short-liv'd joys,
Give me a conscience pure ; Give me a mind content, serene, No cloud of guilt to intervene,
My joys will ftill endure.
(RURAL FELICITY. *HE little warblers of the spring
Their sweet melodious accents raise;
In warbling out their Maker's praise.
Unite with those of fecbler voice;
To rouse all nature to rejoice; Whilft nature seems to hear the sound,
Flowers, herbs, Ihrubs, trees, put forth their heads; To ask what have you, warblers, found
To make you fing; is winter fled? « Sweet yes,” the nightingale replies ;
“ For I'm the harbinger of spring ; « And to confirm the same,” she cries,
“ Hark! don't you hear yon cuckoo sing?” Oh, joyful sound! with one accord
They all embrace their welcome guest; Creation, and its earthly lord,
With second paradise are bleft. Ruckings, Kent.
VERSES WROTE ON A CALM SUMMER'S EVENING.
CIDE o'er the farther west the trembling beam
Sheds on deparțing day its latent gleam;
« Virgins! much, 100 much presuming,
“ In your boasted white and red; “ View us late in beauty blooming,
" Number'd now among the dead. “Griping misers! nightly waking,
“ See the end of all your care;. “ Fled on wings of our own making,
" We have left our owners bare. • Sons of honour! fed on praises,
“ Flutt'ring high on fancied worth; “Lo! the fickle air that raises,
“ Brings us down to parent earth. “ Learned sophis! in systems jaded,
« Who for new ones daily call; « Ccase, at length by us persuaded,
“ Every lcaf must have a fall. “ Youths! though yet no loffes grieve you,
“ Gay in health and manly grace ; 66 Let not cloudless skies deceive you,
“ Summer gives to autumn place., « Venerable Sires! grown hoary,
“ Hither turn th' unwilling eye; “ Think amidit your falling glory,
6 Autumn tells a winter nigh. “ Yearly in our course returning,
56 Méfiengers of shortest stay, “ Thus we preach this truth unerring,
“ Heaven and earth shall pass away! ** On the Tree of life eternal,
“ Mlan! let all thy hopes be said; * Which alone, for ever vernal,
* Bears a leaf which ne'er fall fade."