VI. When lightning's flash among the trees Or kites are hov❜ring near, I fear lest thee alone they seize, And know no other fear. VII. "Tis then I feel myself a wife, VIII. But oh! if fickle and unchaste, IX. No need of lightnings from on high, Denied th' endearments of thine eye, This widow'd heart would break. X. Thus sang the sweet sequester'd bird, A FABLE. I. A RAVEN, while with glossy breast Shook the young leaves about her ears, Can't prophesy themselves at all.) The morning came, when neighbour Hodge, Who long had mark'd her airy lodge And destin'd all the treasure there MORAL. "Tis Providence alone secures In ev'ry change both mine and yours: From dangers of a frightful shape; A COMPARISON. THE lapse of time and rivers is the same, And a wide ocean swallows both at last. Though each resemble each in ev'ry part, A diff'rence strikes at length the musing heart: Streams never flow in vain; where streams abound, How laughs the land with various plenty crown'd! But time, that should enrich the nobler mind, Neglected leaves a weary waste behind. ANOTHER. ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY. SWEET stream, that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid Silent and chaste she steals along, Far from the world's gay busy throng; With gentle yet prevailing force, |