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Formed with materials neat and soft,
Four ivory eggs soon pave its floor.
The vessel weighs—forsakes the shore,
The mother bird is gone to sea,
But goes the mate? Far wiser, he
No !—Soon as from ashore he saw
He flew to reach it, by a lavr
Then perching at his consort's side,
Was briskly borne along;
And cheered her with a song.
His feathered shipmate eyes, Scarce less exulting in the sight,
Than when he tows a prize.
For seamen much believe in signs,
And from a chance so new,
And may his hopes be true!
Hail, honoured land! a desert, where
Not even birds can hide, Yet parent of this loving pair,
Whom nothing can divide. And ye, who rather than resign
Your matrimonial plan; Were not afraid to plough the brine - In company with man.
To whose lean country, much disdain
We English often show;
But wantonness and woe.
The same resource to prove;
Instruct us how to love t
Unwin, 1 should but ill repay
The kindness of a friend,
As ever friendship penned,
Thy name omitted in a page,
Not rashly, nor in sport,
And faithful in its sort,
The bud of peach-or rose, Adorns, though differing in its kind,
The stock whereon it grows,
I seize thy name in haste,
Lest it should prove the last. 'Tis where it should be—in a plan, That holds in view the good of man.
v. The poet's lyre, to fix his fame,
Should be the poet's heart;
Affection lights a brighter flame
Than ever blazed by art.
Addressed to lady Hesketh, by a lady, in returning a Poem of Mr. Cowper's, lent to the Writer on Condition she should neither show it, nor take a Copy.
What wonder! if my wavering hand
Had dared to disobey,
And Cowper led astray?
Then take this tempting gift of thine,
By pen uncopied yet: feut canst thou Memory confine,
Or teach me to forget?
More lasting than the touch of art
Her characters remain; When written by a feeling heart
On tablets of the brain.