The praise bestowed was just and wise;

He sprang impetuous forth,

Secure of conquest, where the prize
Attends superior worth.

So the best courser on the plain

Ere

yet

he starts is known,

And does but at the goal obtain

What all had deemed his own.

ODE TO PEACE.

COME, peace of mind, delightful guest! Return and make thy downy nest

Once more in this sad heart:

Nor riches I nor power pursue,
Nor hold forbidden joys in view;

We therefore need not part.

Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me,

From avarice and ambition free,

And pleasure's fatal wiles?

For whom, alas! dost thou prepare

The sweets, that I was wont to share,
The banquet of thy smiles?

The great,

the gay, shall they partake

The heaven, that thou alone canst make? And wilt thou quit the stream,

That murmurs through the dewy mead,

The grove and the sequestered shed,
To be a guest with them?

For thee 1 panted, thee I prized,
For thee I gladly sacrificed

Whate'er I loved before;

And shall I see thee start away,

And helpless, hopeless, hear thee say

Farewell! we meet no more?

HUMAN FRAILTY.

WEAK and irresolute is man;

The purpose of to day,

Woven with pains into his plan,

To morrow rends away.

The bow well bent, and smart the spring,

Vice seems already slain;

But passion rudely snaps the string,

And it revives again.

Some foe to his upright intent

Finds out his weaker part;

Virtue engages his assent,

But pleasure wins his heart.

'Tis here the folly of the wise

Through all his art we view;

And, while his tongue the charge denies, His conscience owns it true.

Bound on a voyage of awful length

And dangers little known,

A stranger to superior strength,
Man vainly trusts his own.

But oars alone can ne'er prevail
To reach the distant coast;

The breath of Heaven must swell the sail,

Or all the toil is lost.

THE MODERN PATRIOT.

REBELLION is my theme all day;
I only wish 'twould come
(As who knows but perhaps it may?)

A little nearer home.

Yon roaring boys, who rave and fight
On t'other side the Atlantic,

I always held them in the right,
But most so when most frantic.

When lawless mobs insult the court,
That man shall be my toast,
If breaking windows be the sport,
Who bravely breaks the most.

But oh! for him my fancy culls
The choicest flowers she bears,

Who constitutionally pulls

Your house about your ears.

Such civil broils are my delight,

Though some folks can't endure them,

Who say the mob are mad outright,
And that a rope must cure them.

A rope! I wish we patriots had
Such strings for all who need 'em-
What! hang a man for going mad?

Then farewell British freedom.