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“ Swift to the Congress with my freight “ I'll speed, and on their heads its weight
“ Souse with such skill and care ; “ That Purinam, WASHINGTON beneath, “ And gasping LEE, shall wish to breathe
“ A pint of Priestley's air.
“ The deed is done, thy foes are dead, “No longer, ENGLAND, shalt thou dread
“ Such Presbyterian huffers: “ Thy candle's radiance ne'er shall fade, “With now and then a little aid
“ From Pinchbeck's patent snuffers.”
TO THE DUCHESS OF ROXBURGH,
ON HER ARRIVAL AT FLEURS.
BY A DRYAD.
O FAIR-ONE, welcome to our scene,
Where Freedom waves her easy plumes ; Where Plenty holds her golden reign,
And triumphs in a thousand blooms!
Young Health shall meet thy steps at morn,
And lead thee through the breezy glade; While NATURE's Minstrels, from the thorn,
Salute thy way from shade to shade.
And, hark! old Tweed's exulting voice!
“ Tho' Health and FREEDOM bless’d the “ And Plenty bade the vales rejoice, (groves,
“One Charm was wanting still !--the Loves !
But lo! to grace my verdant side,
“ At length the smiling Guests appear ;. “ To bid my stream exalt its pride,
“ And RAPTURE rule the rolling year.”
Such is the song of grateful TWEED;
And should the scene thy stay incline, Our Dryad Bands, the rural reed,
With all our shades, and grots, are thine.
A FAIRY TALE.
IN THE ANCIENT ENGLISII STYLE.
IN Britain's isle, and Arthur's days, When midnight Fairies daunc'd the maze,
Liv'd Edwin of the Green ; Edwin, I wis, a gentle youth, Endow'd with courage, sense, and truth,
Though badly shap'd he'd been.
His mountain back mote well be said,
And lift itself above;
This creature dar'd to love.
He felt the charms of Editu's eyes,
Could ladies look within ;
He had a shape to win.
Edwin, if right I read my song,
All in the moony light; .
To revel out the night.
His heart was drear, his hope was cross’d, ’T was late, ’t was far, the path was lost
That reach'd the neighbour-town; With weary steps he quits the shades, Resolv'd, the darkļing dome he treads,
And drops his limbs adown.