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Upborne into the viewless air,
It floats a vapour now,
By all the winds that blow.
Ordained perhaps ere summer flies,
Combined with millions more,
Though black and foul before.
Illustrious drop! and happy then
Beyond the happiest lot, Of all that ever past my pen,
So soon to be forgot!
Phoebus, if such be thy design,
To place it in thy bow,
With equal grace below.
PAIRING TIME ANTICIPATED.
I shall not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau*,
It chanced then on a winter's day, But warm and bright, and calm as May,
* It was one of the whimsical speculations of this philosopher, that all fables which ascribe reason and speech to animals should be withheld from children, as being only vehicles of deception. But what child was ever deceived by them, or can be, against the evidence of his senses ?
The birds, conceiving a design
My friends! be cautious how ye treat,
A Finch, whose tongue knew no control, With golden wing and satin poll, A last year's bird, who ne'er had tried What marriage means, thus pert replied.
Methinks the gentleman, quoth she, Opposite in the apple-tree,
By his good will would keep us single
Dick heard, and tweedling, ogling, bridling,
But though the birds were thus in haste,
Stepping into their nests, they paddled,
Misses! the tale that I relate
This lesson seems to carry-
But proper time to marry