Should feel that itching, and that tingling, To your intrinsic merit true, When call'd t' address myself to you. Mysterious are His ways, whose power And marks the bounds of our abode. Are come from distant Loire, to choose * An obscure part of Olney, adjoining to the residence of Cowper, which faced the market-place. + Lady Austen's residence in France. This page of Providence quite new, And spreads, at length, before the soul, Say, Anna, had you never known By looking on the bud, descry, Just so, th' Omnipotent, who turns The system of a world's concerns, From mere minutiæ can educe The works of man tend, one and all, As needs they must, from great to small; The monuments of human strength. That cleaves the yielding air unheard, Not that I deem, or mean to call Friendship a blessing cheap or small : But merely to remark, that ours, Like some of nature's sweetest flowers, Rose from a seed of tiny size, That seem'd to promise no such prize; A transient visit intervening, And made almost without a meaning, (Hardly the effect of inclination, Much less of pleasing expectation) FROM A LETTER TO THE REV. MR. NEWTON. 55 Produc'd a friendship, then begun, And plac'd it in our power to prove, By long fidelity and love, That Solomon has wisely spoken; "A threefold cord is not soon broken." FROM A LETTER TO THE REV. MR. NEWTON, Late Rector of St. Mary Woolnoth, [Dated May 28, 1782.] SAYS the pipe to the snuff-box, I can't understand Do but see what a pretty contemplative air I give to the company---pray do but note 'em-- You would think that the wise men of Greece were all there, Or, at least, would suppose them the wise men of Gotham. My breath is as sweet as the breath of blown roses, Such a noise as turns any man's stomach to hear. Then lifting his lid in a delicate way, And op'ning his mouth with a smile quite engaging, The box in reply was heard plainly to say, What a silly dispute is this we are waging! If you have a little of merit to claim, You may thank the sweet-smelling Virginian weed, And I, if I seem to deserve any blame, The before-mentioned drug in apology plead. Thus neither the praise nor the blame is our own, But of any thing else they may chuse to put in us. THE COLUBRIAD. [1782.] CLOSE by the threshold of a door nail'd fast At the three kittens cast a careless eye; Not much concern'd to know what they did there; Not deeming kittens worth a poet's care.. But presently a loud and furious hiss Caus'd me to stop, and to exclaim "what's this?" |