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Upborne into the viewless air
It floats a vapour now, Impellid through regions dense and rare,
By all the winds that blow.
Ordain'd perhaps ere summer flies,
Combin'd 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.
PAIRING TIME ANTICIPATED.
I shall not ask Jean Jaques Rousseau*,
* It was one of the whimsical speculations of this philosopher, that all fables, which ascribe reason and speech to animals, should be withheld from children, as being only vehicles of deception. But what child was ever deceived by them, or can be, against the cvidence of his senses?
And with much twitter and much chatter,
My friends! be cautious how ye treat
A Finch, whose tongue knew no control,
Methinks the gentleman, quoth she, Opposite in the apple-tree, By his good will would keep us single Till yonder Heav'n and Earth shall mingle, Or (which is likelier to befall) Till death exterminate us all. I marry without more ado, My dear Dick Redcap, what say you?
Dick heard, and tweedling, ogling, bridling, Turning short round, strutting and sideling, Attested, glad, his approbation Of an immediate conjugation. Their sentiments so well expressid Influenc'd mightily the rest, All pair'd, and each pair built a nest.
But though the birds were thus in haste, . The leaves came on not quite so fast, And Destiny, that sometimes bears An aspect stern on man's affairs, Not altogether smild on theirs. The wind, of late breath'd gently forth, Now shifted east, and east by north; Bare trees and shrubs but ill, you know, Could shelter them from rain or snow, Stepping into their nests, they paddled, Themselves were chilld, their eggs were addled; Soon ev'ry father bird and mother Grew quarrelsome, and peck'd each other, Parted without the least regret, Except that they had ever met, And learn'd in future to be wiser, Than to neglect a good adviser.
This lesson seems to carry-
But proper time to marry.
THE DOG AND THE WATER-LILY.
The noon was shrady, and soft airs
Swept Ouse's silent tide,
I wander'd on his side.
My spaniel, prettiest of his race,
And high in pedigree,
That spaniel found for me)
* Sir Robert Gunning's daughters.