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THE DOG AND THE WATER-LILY°
THE noon was shady, and soft airs
When, 'scaped from literary cares,
I wandered on his side.
My spaniel, prettiest of his race,
(Two nymphs adorned with every grace
That spaniel found for me)
Now wantoned, lost in flags and reeds,
Now starting into sight,
Pursued the swallow o'er the meads
With scarce a slower flight.
It was the time when Ouse displayed
His lilies newly blown;
Their beauties I intent surveyed
And one I wished my own.
With cane extended far, I sought
To steer it close to land;
But still the prize, though nearly caught,
Beau marked my unsuccessful pains
With fixed considerate face,
And puzzling set his puppy brains
But with a cherup clear and strong,
I thence withdrew, and followed long
My ramble ended, I returned;
Beau trotting far before,
The floating wreath again discerned,
I saw him with that lily cropped
Impatient swim to meet
My quick approach, and soon he dropped
Charmed with the sight, "The world," I cried,
"Shall hear of this thy deed:
My dog shall mortify the pride
But chief myself I will enjoin,
To show a love as prompt as thine,
To Him who gives me all."
WRITTEN IN A TIME OF AFFLICTION
OH happy shades! to me unblest!
This glassy stream, that spreading pine,
But fixed unalterable Care
Foregoes not what she feels within, Shows the same sadness everywhere, And slights the season and the scene.
For all that pleased in wood or lawn,
While peace possessed these silent bowers,
Her animating smile withdrawn,
Has lost its beauties and its powers.
The saint or moralist should tread
This moss-grown alley, musing, slow;
Me fruitful scenes and prospects waste
THE NEGRO'S COMPLAINT
FORCED from home and all its pleasures,
To increase a stranger's treasures,
Men from England bought and sold me,
But, though slave they have enrolled me,
Still in thought as free as ever,
Skins may differ, but affection
Why did all-creating Nature
Make the plant for which we toil?
Think how many backs have smarted,
Speaking from His throne, the sky?
Hark! He answers! - Wild tornadoes,
Afric's sons should undergo,
He, foreseeing what vexations
Fixed their tyrants' habitations
Where His whirlwinds answer "No."