VII. 'Tis then I feel myself a wife, VIII. But oh! if fickle and unchaste, 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 FABLE. A RAVEN, while with glossy breast As ever swept a winter sky, Shook the young leaves about her ears, Can't prophesy themselves at all.) The morning came, when neighbour Hodge, 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; With gentle yet prevailing force, |