A PASTORAL HYMN TO JANUS. On the Birth of the Queen. Te primum pia thura rogent....te vota sautent, MART. AD JANUM. I. To o Janus, gentle Shepherds! raise a shrine; His honours be divine! And as to mighty Pan with homage bow: II. The pride, the glowing pageantry of May, But January, in his rough-spun vest, Whose beauties make the British Monarch blest! III. Could the soft Spring, with all her sunny showers, *This little poem was written on supposition that Her Majesty's Birth-day was really in the month of January. K Or flaunting Summer, flush'd in ripen'd pride, Could they produce a finish'd piece so rare? Or from his golden stores a gift so fair, Say, has the fertile Autumn e'er supply'd? IV. Henceforward let the hoary month be gay The laughing goddess of the Spring disown'd, V.: Above the other months supremely blest He can behold, with retrospective face, VI. When he looks forward on the flatt'ring year As in the sacred reign of Saturn, fair: Britain shall prove, from this propitious date, FABLES. THE ANT AND CATERPILLAR: A FABLE. As an Ant, of his talents superiourly vain, Was trotting with consequence over the plain, A Worm, in his progress remarkably slow, Cry'd---" Bless your good worship wherever you go! "I hope your great Mightiness won't take it ill "I pay my respects with an hearty good-will." With a look of contempt and impertinent pride, "Begone, you vile reptile!" his Antship reply'd; "Go---go and lament your contemptible state, "But first---look at me---see my limbs how complete! "I guide all my motions with freedom and ease, "Run backward and forward, and turn when I please. "Of nature (grown weary) you shocking essay ! "I spurn you thus from me---crawl out of my way." The reptile insulted, and vex'd to the soul, Crept onwards, and hid himself close in his hole; But Nature, determin'd to end his distress, Soon sent him abroad in a Butterfly's dress. Ere long the proud Ant, as repassing the road, (Fatigu'd from the harvest, and tugging his load) The beau on a violet bank he beheld, Whose gesture in glory a monarch's excell'd; The Ant, quite amaz'd at a figure so gay, Bow'd low with respect, and was trudging away: "Stop, friend," says the Butterfly---" don't be surpris'd; "I once was the reptile you spurn'd and despis'd; "But now I can mount, in the sun-beams I play, "While you must for ever drudge on in your way." MORAL. A wretch, tho' to-day he's o'erloaded with sorrow, May soar above those that oppress'd him---to-morrow. THE ROSE AND BUTTERFLY: A FABLE. 3 Ar day's early dawn a gay Butterfly spy'd Their faith was soon plighted, as lovers will do; It had not been prudent to deal with delay, When wedded, away the wing'd gentleman hies, Had less than one fourth of his journey to run. The Rose thus reproach'd him---" Already so cold! "How feign'd, O you false one! the passion you told! "'Tis an age since you left me." She meant a few hours; But such we'll suppose the fond language of flow'rs. "I saw when you gave the base violet a kiss: "How---how could you stoop to a meanness like this? "Shall a low little wretch, whom we Roses despise, "Find favour, O Love! in my Butterfly's eyes? "On a tulip, quite tawdry, I saw your fond rape, "Nor yet could the pitiful primrose escape; "Dull daffodils too were with ardour address'd, "And poppies, ill-scented, you kindly caress'd." The coxcomb was piqu'd, and reply'd with a sneer, "That you're first to complain, I commend you, my dear! "But know, from your conduct my maxims I drew, "And if I'm inconstant, I copy from you. "I saw the boy Zephyrus rifle your charms; I saw how you simper'd and smil'd in his arms; "The honey-bee kiss'd you, you cannot disown; "You favour'd besides---O dishonour !---a drone: |