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REAS’NING at every step he treads,

Man yet mistakes his way, While meaner things, whom instinct leads,

Are rarely known to stray.

II.

One silent eye I wander'd late,

And heard the voice of love; The turtle thus address'd her mate,

And sooth'd the list'ning dove....

III.

Our mutual bond of faith and truth,

No time shall disengage;
Those blessings of our early youth,
Shall cheer our latest

age:

iv.

While innocence without disguise,

And constancy sincere,
Shall fill the circles of those eyes,
And mine can read them there;

V.

Those ills that wait on all below,

Shall ne'er be felt by me; Or, gently felt, and only so,

As being shar'd with thee.

VI.

When lightnings flash among the trees,

Or kites are hov'ring near ;
I fear lest thee alone they seize,

And know no other fear.

VII. 'Tis then I feel myself a wife,

And press thy wedded side; Resolv'd an union form'd for life

Death never shall divide.

VIII.

But, oh! if, fickle and unchaste,

(Forgive a transient thought) Thou could become unkind at last,

And scorn thy present lot,

IX.

No need of lightnings from on high,

Or kites with cruel beak; Denied th' endearments of thine eye,

This widow'd heart would break.

X.

Thus sang the sweet sequester'd bird

Soft as the passing wind,
And I recorded what I heard....

A lesson for mankind.

A FABLE.

A RAVEN, while with glossy breast
Her new-laid eggs she fondly press'd,
And on her wicker-work high mounted
Her chickens prematurely counted,
(A fault philosophers might blame
If quite exempted from the same)
Enjoy'd at ease the genial day;
'Twas April as the bumpkins say,
The legislature cal'd it May,
But suddenly a wind as high
As ever swept a winter sky
Shook the young leaves about her ears,
And fill'd her with a thousand fears,
Lest the rude blast should snap the bough,
And spread her golden hopes below.
But just at eve the blowing weather,
And all her fears were hush'd together:

And now, quoth poor unthinking Ralph,
'Tis over, and the brood is safe ;
(For Ravens, though, as birds of omen,
They teach both conj'rers and old women
To tell us what is to befal,
Can't prophesy themselves at all.)
The morning came, when neighbour Hodge,
Who long had mark'd her airy lodge,
And destin'd all the treasure there
A gift to his expecting fair,
Climb'd like a squirrel to his dray,
And bore the worthless prize away.

MORAL.

'Tis Providence alone secures,
In every change, both mine and your's:
Safety consists not in escape
From dangers of a frightful shape;
An earthquake may be bid to spare
The man that's strangled by a hair.
Fate steals along with silent tread,
Found oft'nest in what least we dread,
Frowns in the storm with angry brow,
But in the sunshine strikes the blow,

A COMPARISON.

THE lapse of time and rivers is the same;
Both speed their journey with a restless stream;
The silent pace with which they steal away
No wealth can bribe, no pray’rs persuade to stay;
Alike irrevocable both when past,
And a wide ocean swallows both at last.
Though each resemble each in ev'ry part,
A difference strikes at length the musing heart;
Streams never flow in vain; where streams abound,
How laughs the land with various plenty crown'd!
But time that should enrich the nobler mind,
Neglected, leaves a dreary waste behind.

ANOTHER.

ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY.

SWEET stream that winds through yonder glade
Apt emblem of a virtuous maid....
Silent and chaste she steals along,
Far from the world's gay busy throng,
With gentle, yet prevailing, force,
Intent
upon

her destin'd course ;
Graceful and useful all she does,
Blessing and blest where'er she goes,
Pure-bosom'd as that wat’ry glass,
And heav'n reflected in her face,

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