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THE rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a shower,
Which Mary to Anna convey'd,
And weigh'd down its beautiful head.
And it seem'd, to a fanciful view,
On the flourishing bush where it grew.
For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd;
I soapp'd it, it fell to the ground.
Some act by the delicate mind,
Already to sorrow resign'd.
Might have bloom'd with its owner awile; And the tear, that is wiped with a little address,
May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.
Man yet mistakes his way,
And heard the voice of love;
No time shall disengage,
And constancy sincere,
Shall ne'er be felt by me,
Or kites are hovering near,
And know no other fear.
VII. 'Tis then I feel myself a wife,
And press thy wedded side,
(Forgive a transient thought) Thou could become unkind at last, And scorn thy present lot,
IX. No need of lightnings from on high,
Or kites with cruel beak; Denied the endearments of thine eye, This widow'd heart would break.
X. Thus sang the sweet sequester'd bird,
Soft as the passing wind; And I recorded what I heard,
A lesson for mankind.
A RAVEN, while with glossy breast
Her chickens prematurely counted,
If quite exempted from the same,) Front Enjoy'd at ease the genial day;
'Twas April, as the bumpkins say,
The legislature call'd it May. ould be But suddenly a wind as high,
As ever swept a winter sky,
and the brood is safe ;
Tis Providence alone secures,
lo every change, both mine and yours: