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When children first begin to spell,
We think them tedious creatures;
And women are the teachers.
WRITTEN IN A TIME OF AFFLICTION.
Oh happy shades....to me unblest !
Friendly to peace, but not to me! How ill the scene that offers rest,
And heart that cannot rest, agree!
This glassy stream, that spreading pine,
Those alders quiv'ring to the breeze, Might sooth a soul less hurt than mine,
And please, if any thing could please.
But fix'd unalterable care
Foregoes not what she feels within, Shows the same sadness ev'ry where,
And slights the season and the scene.
For all that pleas'd in wood or lawn,
While peace possess'd these silent bow'rs, Her animating smile withdrawn,
Has lost its beauties and its pow'rs.,
The saint or moralist should tread
This moss-grown alley, musing, slow; They seek, like me, the secret shade,
But not, like me, to nourish woe!
Me fruitful scenes and prospects waste
Alike admonish not to roam; These tell me of enjoyments past,
And those of sorrows yet to come.
THE WINTER NOSEGAY.
WHAT nature, alas! has denied
To the delicate growth of our isle, Art has in a measure supplied,
And winter is deck'd with a smile.
See, Mary, what beauties I bring
From the shelter of that sunny shed, Where the flow'rs have the charms of the spring,
Though abroad they are frozen and dead.
'Tis a bow'r of Arcadian sweets,
Where Flora is still in her prime, A fortress, to which she retreats
From the cruel assaults of the climc. While earth wears a mantle of snow,
These pinks are as fresh and as gay, As the fairest and sweetest that blow
On the beautiful bosom of May.
See how they have safely surviv'd
The frowns of a sky so severe ; Such Mary's true love, that has liv'd
Through many a turbulent year. The charms of the late blowing rose
Seem grac'd with a livelier hue, And the winter of sorrow best shows
The truth of a friend such as you.
NECESSARY TO THE HAPPINESS OF THE MARRIED
THE lady thus address'd her spouse..
You are so deaf, the lady cried,
Dismiss poor Harry! he replies;
Well, I protest 'tis past all bearing....
Alas! and is domestic strife,
The love that cheers life's latest stage,