Thrice twenty Summers have I seen, Since childhood in my pleasant bower Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree! → THE AFRICAN. Oh! he is worn with toil! the big drops run Down his dark cheeks; hold, hold thy merci less hand, Pale tyrant for, beneath thy hard command, O'erweari'd nature sinks. The scorching sun As pitiless as proud prosperity, Darts on him his full beams; gasping he lies, Arraigning, with his looks, the patient skies, While that inhuman trader lifts on high The mangling scourge. Oh ye who, at your ease, Sip the blood-moisten'd beverage! thoughts like these Haply ye scorn: I thank thee, gracious God! 'STANZAS, ON THE DEATH OF A LORY. Adieu my dear Lory-adieu ! The Lory is a native of the East and of very distinguished beauty amongst the Parrot tribe. No more wilt thou feed from my hand, Or fed and with fullness opprest; Half asleep on my shoulder wilt stand, Then sink in my bosom to rest. No more, feigning sleep as I'm laid, Pretty dear-pretty dear-pretty dear." 'Twas a dream I wou'd fondly suppose― I awoke ere the moment of death, Pretty dear-pretty dear-pretty deaṛ.” If haply thy spirit shou'd roam, Be it happy, more happy at home, At home riper fruits it may find Oh! where will the wanderer meet? Adieu, my dear Lory, adieu! But tell all the birds in your grove, No other will charm me like you, No other like you shall I love. LORY'S GHOST, 'Twas at that solemn hour of night When ghosts come forth to view; Perch'd or on my chair a winged sprite, Aside my curtain drew. "What business here, I sternly said, "Dear lady, marvel not that I Scarce had I bid in dying strain I found myself alive again, # Pois'd on the wing and on the ground, "In feather'd ranks did stand "My former friends, as soon I found, "To welcome me to land. "With them I carol thro' the day "Oh pretty dear-as wont I cry"A Lory listning near, "Advances and with tender sigh, "Oh pretty dear—I cry again,— " My love he thinks is true; "Poor bird! he little knows this strain "Sweet are the fruits, that here I find, "And sweet is liberty; "The cage and fruits I left behind, "How sweeter still with thee! |