A FABLE. A RAVEN, while with gloffy breaft Shook the young leaves about her ears, (For ravens, though as birds of omen They teach both conjurers and old women To tell us what is to befall, Can't prophefy themselves at all.) The morning came, when neighbour Hodge, Who long had marked her airy lodge, And deftined all the treasure there A gift to his expecting fair, MORAL. 'Tis Providence alone fecures In every change both mine and your's: From dangers of a frightful shape; A COMPARISON. THE lapfe of time and rivers is the fame, And a wide ocean fwallows both at laft. A difference ftrikes at length the mufing heart; ANOTHER. ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY. SWEET ftream, that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid Silent and chafte fhe fteals along, Far from the world's gay bufy, throng; With gentle yet prevailing force, Intent upon her destined course; 270 THE POET'S NEW-YEAR'S GIFT. THE POET'S NEW-YEAR'S GIFT. TO MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON. MARIA! I have every good For thee wished many a time, To wish thee fairer is no need, What favour then not yet poffeffed In wedded love already bleft, To thy whole heart's defire? None here is happy but in part: There dwells fome wifh in every heart, That with on some fair future day, ("Tis blameless, be it what it may) |