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Reas'ning at ev'ry step he treads,
Man yet mistakes his way, While meaner things, whom instinct leads,
Are rarely known to stray.
One silent eve I wanderM late,
And heard the voice of love; The turtle thus address'd her mate.
And sooth'd the list'ning dove:
Our mutual bond of faith and truth
No time shall disengage,
Shall cheer our latest age:
While innocence without disguise,
And constancy sincere,
And mine can read them there;
Those ills, that wait on all below,
Or gently felt, and only so,
When lightnings flash among the trees,
I fear lest thee alone they seize,
Tis then I feel myself a wife,
And press thy wedded side, Resolv'd an union form'd for life Death never shall divide.
But oh! if, fickle and unchaste,
Thou could become unkind at last,
No need of lightnings from on high,
Or kites with cruel beak:
Thus sang the sweet sequester'd bird,
Soft as the passing wind,
A lesson for mankind.
A Raven, while with glossy breast
Lest the rude blast should snap the bough,
'Tis Providence alone secures
Fate steals along with silent tread,
The lapse of time and rivers is the same,
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 swallows both at last.
Though each resemble each in ev'ry part,
A diff'rence 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.