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When lightnings flash among the trees,
Or kites are hovering near,
And know no other fear.
'Tis then I feel myself a wife,
And press thy wedded side, · Resolved a union form’d for life
Death never shall divide.
But oh! if, fickle and unchaste,
(Forgive a transient thought,) Thou couldst become unkind at last,
And scorn thy present lot,
No need of lightnings from on high,
Or kites with cruel beak; Denied the endearments of thine eye,
This widow'd heart would break.
Thus sang the sweet sequester'd bird,
Soft as the passing wind, And I recorded what I heard,
A lesson for mankind.
A FABLE. ...
A RAVEN, while with glossy breast
And destined all the treasure there
MORAL. 'Tis Providence alone secures In every change both mine and yours : Safety consists not in escape : From dangers of a frightful shape; An earthquake may be bid to spare The man that's strangled by a hair. Fate steals along with silent tread, Found oft'nest in what least we dread, Frowns in the storm with angry brow, But in the sunshine strikes the blow.
ODE TO APOLLO.
ON AN INKGLASS ALMOST DRIED IN THE SUN.
PATRON of all those luckless brains,
That, to the wrong side leaning, Indite much metre with much pains,
And little or no meaning;
Ah why, since oceans, rivers, streams,
That water all the nations, lo Pay tribute to thy glorious beams,
In constant exhalations ; '
Why, stooping from the noon of day,
Too covetous of drink, Apollo, hast thou stolen away
A poet's drop of ink?
Upborne into the viewless air,
It floats a vapour now,
By all the winds that blow.
Ordain'd perhaps, ere summer flies,
Combined with millions more, To form an iris in the skies,
Though black and foul before
Illustrious drop! and happy then
Beyond the happiest lot,
So soon to be forgot!
Phæbus, if such be thy design,
To place it in thy bow,
With equal grace below.
The lapse of time and rivers is the same, ?
ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY.
Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade,