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WRITTEN IN A TIME OF AFFLICTION.
Oh, happy shades—to me unblest!
Friendly to peace, but not to me!' How ill the scene, that offers rest,
And heart, that cannot rest, agree!
Those alders quiv’ring to the breeze, Might sooth a soul less hurt than mine,
And please, if any thing could please.
III. But fix'd unalterable Care
Foregoes not what she feels within, Shows the same sadness ev'ry where,
And slights the season and the scene. VOL. I.
While Peace possess’d these silent bow'rs, Her animating smile withdrawn,
Has lost it's beauties and it's pow'rs.
The saint or moralist should tread
This moss-grown alley musing, slow; They seek like me the secret shade,
But not like me to nourish wo!
Alike admonish not to roam;
And those of sorrows yet to come.
THE WINTER NOSEGAY.
What Nature, alas! has denied
To the delicate growth of our isle, Art has in a measure supplied,
And Winter is deck'd with a smile. See, Mary, what beauties I bring
From the shelter of that sunny shed, Where the flow'rs have the charms of the spring,
Though abroad they are frozen and dead.
'Tis a bow'r of Arcadian sweets,
Where Flora is still in her prime,
From the cruel assaults of the clime.
These pinks are as fresh and as gay, As the fairest and sweetest, that blow
On the beautiful bosom of May.
The frowns of a sky so severe;
Through many a turbulent year.
Seem'd grac'd with a livelier hue,
The truth of a friend such as you.
NECESSARY TO THE HAPPINESS OF THE MARRIED
The lady thus address'd her spouse-
Are such an antiquated scene,
You are so deaf, the lady cried,
Dismiss poor Harry! he replies ;
Well, I protest 'tis past all bearing-