So the sweet lark, high poised in air,

Shuts close his pinions to his breast, (If chance his mate's shrill call he hear,) And drops at once into her nest. The noblest captain in the British fleet Might envy William's lip those kisses sweet.

BLACK-EYED SUSAN.

"O Susan, Susan! lovely dear,

My vows shall ever true remain ;
Let me kiss off that falling tear;
We only part to meet again.

Change as ye list, ye winds! my heart shall be
The faithful compass that still points to thee.

"Believe not what the landsmen say,

Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind; They'll tell thee, sailors, when away,

In every port a mistress find:

Yes, yes! believe them when they tell thee so,
For thou art present wheresoe'er I go.

If to fair India's coast we sail,

Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright

Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale,

Thy skin is ivory so white.

Thus every beauteous object that I view

Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue.

Though battle call me from thy arms,

Let not my pretty Susan mourn;

Though cannons roar, yet, safe from harms,

William shall to his dear return.

Love turns aside the balls that round me fly,
Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye."

The boatswain gave the dreadful word,

The sails their swelling bosom spread;

No longer must she stay aboard :

They kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head. Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land:

Adieu!" she cries; and wav'd her lily hand.

There beauteous Emma flourish'd fair,
Beneath a mother's eye;

Whose only wish on earth was now
To see her bless'd, and die.

The softest blush that Nature spreads

Gave colour to her cheek;

Such orient colour smiles through heav'n, When vernal mornings break.

Nor let the pride of great ones scorn

This charmer of the plains:

That sun, which bids their diamonds blaze,

To paint our lily deigns.

Long had she fill'd each youth with love,

Each maiden with despair;

And though by all a wonder own'd,

Yet knew not she was fair:

EDWIN AND EMMA.

Till Edwin came, the pride of swains,
A soul devoid of art;

And from whose eye, serenely mild,
Shone forth the feeling heart.

A mutual flame was quickly caught,
Was quickly, too, reveal'd;
For neither bosom lodg'd a wish

That virtue keeps conceal'd.

What happy hours of heart-felt bliss

Did Love on both bestow!

But bliss too mighty long to last,
Where Fortune proves a foe.

His sister, who, like Envy form'd,
Like her in mischief joy'd,

To work them harm, with wicked skill
Each darker art employ'd.

Her father, too, a sordid man,

Who love nor pity knew,

Was all unfeeling as the clod
From whence his riches grew.

Long had he seen their secret flame,
And seen it long unmov'd;
Then with a father's frown at last
He sternly disapprov'd.

In Edwin's gentle heart a war

Of differing passions strove

His heart, that durst not disobey,
Yet could not cease to love.