"Safe may you seek some streamlet's glide, "There happily your days will pass,

"And death destroy their sweets at last.

"Each morn and eve will find his love,

"Constant and true as breeze to grove.

"But even such ne'er seek to find, "With conduct wandering as the wind: "To hunt out love with roving eyes, "And lovers make-Despise !

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'Retire, and modest sail along

"Amid the pleasing, youthful throng :

"Be social, but your friendships seek "'Mong those who oft can blandly speak, "Nor ever strive to gain a cringe,

"From vanity, always on hinge,

"Or pride that swells as it would fail

"To find an equal in the dale;

"Each one regard with aspect mild

"Especially misfortune's child,

"This seek, and make its nest more warm,

"Help it to leave approaching harm,

"Mid storms and winds its food prepare,

"Bring blossoms fragrant from the air, "Nor to console its griefs forbear."

They said, then sung a tuneful note,

And left their praise in air to float:

It glided not unseen among

The breezes that then flow'd along ;

-A gentle spirit came,

And seiz'd it as a golden gleam

It rose-he bore it up on high,

Where whisp'ring breezes never fly

-It flow'd amid the golden zone,

With incense mingling round the throne,

Nor pass'd unheeded by the eye

OF HIM who guides the measur'd sky--
-He saw it—an enlight'ning ray
Swift flew, and shone around the pair.
The young perceiv'd the golden glow,
At once their notes began to flow,
They sung of good in air that glides,
The sweets that virtue still betides-

Their praises float in nether sky

They sung until they rose on highCharm'd with the softly sylvan measure, The parents sunk to rest together.

COMING NIGHT.

NIGHT draws its gathering clouds,

And these, commingling into blackness,

Fill the air-Now who knows

(Of mortais) this dense to dissipate!

Who among us men has power

To tear the darkness from the skies,

And shew the face of day

To Newton, Plato add, with all the host

Of geniuses this world has ever known,

-They're weak

"Tis infinite alone can light the morn !

"Tis infinite alone can cheer the heart!

Then why this infinite forget

Trifles have our care,

And but to catch a bubble we will spend a life

-Ah should this infinite,

This GOD, an instant sleep

-The tottering worlds would fall

And down to chaos drag

A horrible confusion ! !

SIN FORGIVEN.

SWEET are the visions of the eve,

That float in Fancy's eye;

And sweet the hour when troubles leave,

When dark afflictions fly;

But sweeter still the joy that flows,

From sin forgot, forgiv❜n,

Yes sweet the peace the sinner knows,
Whose hopes are rais'd to Heaven.

Oh may the lot of him be mine,
Whose sins are all forgiven,

For whom the joys delightful shine
The peace that flows from Heav'n,

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