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(Forgive a transient thought) Thou could become unkind at last,
And scorn thy present lot,
Or kites with cruel beak;
This widow'd heart would break. ....
Thus sang the sweet fequester'd bird,
Soft as the paffing wind, And I recorded what I heard
A leflon for mankind.
A Raven, while with glossy breast
But suddenly a wind as high * As ever swept a winter sky
Shook the young leaves about her ears,
(For Ravens, though, as birds of omen,
The morning came, when neighbour IIodge,
MOR A L. .
The lapse of time and rivers is the fame; Both speed their journey with a restless stream; The silent pace with which they steal away No wealth can bribe, no pray’rs persuade to stay; Alike irrevocable both when past, And a wide ocean fwallows both at last. Though each resemble each in ev'ry part, A difference 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 dreary waste behind.
Sweet stream that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid
Silent and chaste fhe steals along,
V E R S E S
DURING HIS SOLITARY ABODE IN THE
My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea,
I am lord of the fowl and the brute. Oh, folitude! where are the charms
That sages have seen in thy face?
Than reign in this horrible place.