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ALSO WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF LADY AUSTEN.

Air—" The Lass of Pattie's Mill.
When all within is peace,

How Nature seems to smile !
Delights that never cease

The livelong day beguile.
From morn to dewy eve

With open hand she showers
Fresh blessings, to deceive

And soothe the silent hours.
It is content of heart

Gives Nature power to please ;
The mind that feels no smart

Enlivens all it sees;
Can make a wintry sky

Seem bright as smiling May,
And evening's closing eye

As peep of early day.
The vast majestic globe,

So beauteously array'd
In Nature's various robe,

With wondrous skill display'd,
Is to a mourner's heart

A dreary wild at best ;
It flutters to depart,

And longs to be at rest.

VERSES SELECTED FROM AN OCCASIONAL,

POEM ENTITLED “VALEDICTION.”

á frost.

Oh Friendship! cordial of the human breast!
So little felt, so fervently profess'd!.
Thy blossoms deck our unsuspecting years;
The promise of delicious fruit appears.: . .
We hug the hopes of constancy and truth,
Such is the folly of our dreaming youth;
But soon, alas ! detect the rash mistakes .
That sanguine inexperience loves to make ;
And view with tears the expected harvest lost,
Decay'd by time, or wither'd by a frost.
Whoever undertakes a friend's great part
Should be renew'd in nature, pure in heart,
Prepared for martyrdom, and strong to prove
A thousand ways the force of genuine love..
He may be call'd to give up health and gain, ::
To exchange content for trouble, ease for pain,
To echo sigh for sigh, and groan for groan, .
And wet his cheeks with sorrows not his own.
The heart of man, for such a task too frail,
When most relied on is most sure to fail ; -
And, summon’d to partake its fellow's woe,
Starts from its office like a broken bow.

Votaries of business and of pleasure prove
Faithless alike in friendship and in love.

Retired from all the circles of the gay,
And all the crowds that bustle life away,
To scenes where competition, envy, strife,
Beget no thunder-clouds to trouble life,
Let me, the charge of some good angel, find
One who has known, and has escaped mankind ;
Polite, yet virtuous, who has brought away
The manners, not the morals, of the day:
With him, perhaps with her, (for men have known
No firmer friendships than the fair have shown,)
Let me enjoy, in some unthought-of spot,
All former friends forgiven and forgot,
Down to the close of life’s fast fading scene,
Union of hearts without a flaw between.
'Tis grace, 'tis bounty, and it calls for praise,
If God give health, that sunshine of our days !
And if he add, a blessing shared by few,
Content of heart, more praises still are due-
But if he grant a friend, that boon possess’d
Indeed is treasure, and crowns all the rest ;
And giving one, whose heart is in the skies,
Born from above and made divinely wise,
He gives, what bankrupt nature never can,
Whose noblest coin is light and brittle man,
Gold, purer far than Ophir ever knew,
A soul, an image of himself, and therefore true.

Nov. 1783.

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EPITAPH ON DR. JOHNSON.

HERE Johnson lies--a sage by all allow'd,
Whom to have bred may well make England proud,
Whose prose was eloquence, by wisdom taught,
The graceful vehicle of virtuous thought;'
Whose verse may claim-grave, masculine, and

strong-
Superior praise to the mere poet's song ;
Who many a noble gift from heaven possessid,
And faith at last, alone worth all the rest.
O man, immortal by a double prize,
By fame on earth -- by glory in the skies !''

Jan. 1785..

TO MISS C—, ON HER BIRTHDAY.

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How many between east and west

Disgrace their parent earth,
Whose deeds constrain us to detest

The day that gave them birth!
Not so when Stella's natal morn

Revolving months restore,
We can rejoice that she was born,
And wish her born once more!

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GRATITUDE.

ADDRESSED TO LADY HESKETII.

This cap, that so stately appears,

With ribbon-bound tassel on higli, Which seems by the crest that it rears

Ambitious of brushing the sky: This cap to my cousin I owe,

She gave it, and gave me beside, Wreath'd into an elegant bow,

The ribbon with which it is tied.

This wheel-footed studying chair,

Contrived both for toil and repose, Wide-elbow'd, and wadded with hair,

In which I both scribble and dose, Bright-studded to dazzle the eyes,

And rival in lustre of that In which, or astronomy lies,

Fair Cassiopeia sat :

These carpets so soft to the foot,

Caledonia's traffic and pride! Oh spare them, ye knights of the boot,

Escaped from a cross-country ride ! This table, and mirror within,

Secure from collision and dust, At which I oft shave cheek and chin,

And periwig nicely adjust:

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