A FABLE. A RAVEN, while with glossy breast Shook the young leaves about her ears, Can't prophesy themselves at all.) The morning came, when neighbour Hodge, Who long had mark'd her airy lodge, And destined all the treasure there A gift to his expecting fair, Climb'd like a squirrel to his dray, MORAL. 'Tis Providence alone secures, In every change, both mine and yours: Safety consists not in escape A COMPARISON. THE lapse of time and rivers is the same, And a wide ocean swallows both at last. Though each resemble each in every 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 weary waste behind. ANOTHER. ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY. SWEET stream, that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid Silent and chaste she steals along, Far from the world's gay busy throng; THE POET'S NEW-YEAR'S GIFT. To MRS. (now LADY) THROCKMORTON. MARIA! I have every good For thee wish'd many a time, To wish thee fairer is no need, More prudent, or more sprightly, In wedded love already bless'd To thy whole heart's desire? None here is happy but in part; That wish, on some fair future day, |