II. Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me, From av'rice and ambition free, And pleasure's fatal wiles? For whom, alas! dost thou prepare The sweets that I was wont to share, The banquet of thy smiles? III. The great, the gay, shall they partake The heav'n that thou alone canst make? And wilt thou quit the stream That murmurs through the dewy mead, The grove and the sequester'd shed, To be a guest with them? IV. For thee I panted, thee I priz'd, For thee I gladly sacrific'd Whate'er I lov'd before; And shall I see thee start away, And, helpless, hopeless, hear thee say Farewell! we meet no more? HUMAN FRAILTY. I. WEAK and irresolute is man; The purpose of to-day, Woven with pains into his plan, To-morrow rends away. II. The bow well bent, and smart the spring, Vice seems already slain; But passion rudely snaps the string, And it revives again. III. Some foe to his upright intent Finds out his weaker part; Virtue engages his assent, But pleasure wins his heart. 'Tis here the folly of the wise Through all his art we view; And, while his tongue the charge denies, His conscience owns it true. V. Bound on a voyage of awful length A stranger to superior strength, Man vainly trusts his own. THE MODERN PATRIOT. I. REBELLION is my theme all day; I only wish 'twould come (As who knows but perhaps it may?) A little nearer home. II. Yon roaring boys, who rave and fight On t'other side th' Atlantic, I always held them in the right, But most so when most frantic. III. When lawless mobs insult the court, That man shall be my toast, If breaking windows be the sport, Who bravely breaks the most. 1 IV. But oh! for him my fancy culls The choicest flow'rs she bears, Who constitutionally pulls Your house about your ears. V. Such civil broils are my delight; Though some folks can't endure 'em, And that a rope must cure 'em. VI. A rope! I wish we patriots had Such strings for all who need 'em- Then farewell British freedom. |