Then gold I find for thee once more, And give wid gold and flow'r my heart. Den let we die and haste away, And live in groves of Domahay. Peter Pindar. AN IMITATION FROM THEOCRITUS. WHEN Snows descend, and robe the fields In Winter's bright array; Touch'd by the sun, the lustre fades, When Spring appears, when violets blow How soon the fragrance breathes its last! Fresh in the morn, the Summer rose But mourn the pleasure gone. With gliding fire, an ev'ning star Such are the charms that flush the cheek, So from the lovely finish'd form The transient graces fly. To this the seasons, as they roll, They warn the fair; their ev'ry round Hervey. STANZAS. FORM'D for boundless bliss! Immortal soul, Why dost thou prompt the melancholy sigh, While ev'ning shades disclose the glowing pole, And silver moon-beams tremble o'er the sky? These glowing stars shall fade, this moon shall fall, Whilst thou, triumphantly surviving all, Sickens the mind with longings vainly great, To trace mysterious wisdom's sacred ways; While chain'd and bound, in this ignoble state, Humbly it breathes sincere, imperfect praise? Or glows the beating heart with sacred fires, Of earthly good? Or dreads life's ills to prove? Back does it trace the flight of former years, The friends lamented, and the pleasures past? Or, wing'd with fore-cast vain, and impious fears, Presumptuous to the cloud-hid future haste? Hence, far be gone, ye fancy-fondled pains; Peace, trembling heart, be every sigh supprest: Wisdom supreme, eternal goodness reigns, Thus far is sure, to Heaven resign the rest. Mrs. C. Talbot's Essays. THE AFRICAN BOY: AH! tell me, little mournful Moor, When morn unveil'd her radiant eye, You hail'd me as I wander'd by; Returning, at th' approach of eve, Your meek salute I still receive. Benign enquirer, thou shalt know Why here my lonesome moments flow: 'Tis said, thy countrymen (no more Like rav'ning sharks that haunt the shore) Return to bless, to raise, to cheer, And pay compassion's long arrear. 'Tis said the numerous captive train, Late bound by the degrading chain, Triumphant come with swelling sails, 'Mid smiling seas and western gales; They come, with festive heart and glee, Their hands unshackled-minds as free; They come, at mercy's great command, To repossess their native land. The gales that o'er the ocean stray, And chase the waves in gentle play, Methinks they whisper as they fly, JUELLEN SOON will meet thine eye. 'Tis this that sooths her little son, Blends all his wishes into one! Ah! were I clasp'd in her embrace, I would forgive her past disgrace; Forgive the memorable hour She fell a prey to tyrant pow'r; Forgive her lost, distracted air, Her sorrowing voice, her kneeling pray'r; Lock'd in her hair a ruthless hand, Cowper. |