Now wrapt in fome mysterious dream, morn, Thine is the balmy breath of Just as the dew-bent rose is born; And while meridian fervors beat, Thine is the woodland dumb retreat; But chief when evening scenes decay, And the faint landscape fwims away, Thine is the doubtful foft decline, And that best hour of musing thine. Defcending angels bless thy train, The virtues of the fage, and fwain; Plain innocence, in white array'd, Before thee lifts her fearless head Oh, let me pierce thy fecret cell ! I just may caft my careless eyes THOMSON THE DRUM. I HATE that Drum's difcordant found, And when ambition's voice commands, To march, and fight, and fall, in foreign lands. I hate that drum's discordant found, SCOTT. SONNET, WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING. THE garlands fade that Spring fo lately wove, Each fimple flower which he had nurs'd in dew, Anemonies, that fpangled every grove, The primrose wan, and hare-bell mildly blue. No more shall violets linger in the dell, Or purple orchis variegate the plain, 'Till Spring again fhall call forth every bell, And drefs with humid hand her wreaths again. C Ah! poor humanity! fo frail, fo fair, MRS. C. SMITH. THE ROSE.. THE Rofe had been wash'd, just wash'd in a fhow`r, The plentiful moisture incumber'd the flower, The cup was all fill'd, and the leaves were all wet, And it feem'd to a fanciful view Το for the buds it had left with regret, weep On the flourishing bush where it I haftily feiz'd it, unfit as it was, grew. For a nofegay, fo dripping and drown'd, And fwinging it rudely-too rudely, alas! I fnapp'd it, it fell to the ground. And fuch, I exclaim'd, is the pitiless part Regardless of wringing and breaking a heart, This elegant Rofe, had I fhaken it less, Might have bloom'd with its owner awhile; And the tear that is wip'd, with a little address, May be follow'd, perhaps, by a smile. COWPER. FRIENDSHIP. AN Ode. FRIENDSHIP, peculiar boon of Heav'n, To men and angels only given, To all the lower world denied. While Love, unknown among the blest, With bright, but oft deftructive gleam, Thy lambent glories only beam |