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Such Truths the Muse receiv'd from You,
The object ever in your
view :

Oh, sacred proofs! by Heav'n bestow'd
Alone upon the truly Good.

And never has his Soul known fear,
Save when for you he shed a tear;
Save when for Brother, Sister, Wife,
He mourn'd the ills of varying life;
Save when from, Sickness, thy fell pow'r,
He saw fair Nature's loveliest flow'r
Forsake the cheek of her he lov'd,
When it "was Virtue to be mov'd."
But e'en in that severest Ill,

'Tis yours to speak his Virtue still;
Yours still to mark his Heart the same,
A Lover alter'd but in name:
A tender Husband, proud to own
You reign unrivall'd and alone;
And though, alas! Disease severe
Has prey'd on many a bloomy year,
Alike your soft and gentle sway,
As in Hygeia's proudest May.

O then, since you so true, so well,

The history of his Heart can tell;

Can all its sterling powers unfold,

More worth than Pens or Mines of Gold;

You who, in every trial, found

The Heart he gave to you was sound;
You, who can summon long-past Time
To aid the Prophecy sublime

The

The Muse has dar'd, in mirror bright,
To press upon the admiring sight,-
That his proud Triumph on the View
Shall start till FOES confess it too,-
Confess it with ingenuous shame,
Own their mistake, and join his fame:
To You the Golden Pen should bend;
To You its grateful verse extend!

And ah! may Heav'n allow the prayer, That you that Triumph proud may share! Then, though some wayward shafts of WoeThe common Lot of all below

May reach, as now, thy tender heart,
The balms of Love shall soothe the smart.

TO MISS VANCOUVER,

ON RECEIVING FROM HER A BOUQUET OF WINTER FLOWERS.

THE fragrant Present you have made
Bloom'd in December's deepest shade,
And cheer'd the desolated view;
Emblem of Friendship fair and true.
For thus it is Affection's flow'r
In stormy Life exerts its pow'r;
Beneath Misfortune's chilling skies,
A beauteous Sun-flow'r see it rise:

And when stern Winter, like a thief,
Robs the vast wood of ev'ry leaf,
This shall the felon blast survive,
And amidst Nature's ruins thrive:
This Blossom of the Soul shall glow
Unchang'd, and no corruption know:
While other bloom's shall droop and die,
And in promiscuous ruin lie,
Perish'd as if they ne'er had been,
True Friendship proves an EVERGreen.

TO A LADY,

WHO ASKED THE AUTHOR, WHAT SHE SHOULD DO TO DESERVE THE CHARACTER OF

AN INDUSTRIOUS WOMAN?

Ir, while ten thousand eye-lids close,
And half the world are in a doze,
You, more industrious than the Sun,
Half of your morning's work have done;
If, while pale Indolence, in bed,
Complains of nerves and aching head,
An early blessing you impart,
And soothe Misfortune's aching heart;
Patron alike of Want and Grief,

If you have sent the day's relief;
If, while the puny Dames of Fashion
Shiver in furs, yet talk of passion;

Or,

Or, close embox'd in curtain'd chair,
Are terrified at evening air;

You, fearless, court the wint'ry sky,
And wind and rain alike defy:

If your warm heart, ne'er chill'd by snow,
With Bounty's genial heat can glow;
The Rich with social rays inspire,
And give the Poor a social fire;
If thus you aid the Griev'd and Poor,
Ere to the Rich you ope the door;
If, at an age when most who live
To such a date, themselves survive;
Feel mind and body both decay,
While you are merry, wise, and gay;
Preserve Good-humour, sterling Sense,
And Wit that scorns to give offence;
If, on so fair and good a plan,
You lengthen thus the mortal Span;
Nor lengthen only, but improve,

While all the minutes cheerly move:

If thus by Wisdom's reck'nings clear-
Your day is worth the Idler's year,

Tell me, while you this course pursue,

Who so Industrious as You* ?

STANZAS

The lady to whom the above lines are addressed is Mrs. Jeffrys, of Bath, sister to the late celebrated John Wilkes, whose wit, spirit, politeness and affability she inherits. She displays to an innumerable circle of friends all those splendid natural gifts and acquirements, at a very advanced period of life, in a degree almost beyond belief: to which she superadds the effusions of a generous heart, that beats unceasingly to the comfort or accommodation of all who truly know her. Her hour of rising is four in the morning, winter and summer; and without disturbing the repose

STANZAS

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THE NEW MOON.

EMBLEM too just of all that's Beauteous here!
Thou spell-crown'd Regent of the varying Earth!
Fairest of things in thy sublimer sphere,

Though changing ev'ry moment with thy birth!
Lovely Inconstant! hear the Muse's pray'r,
Nor let thy Albion's sighs be lost in air!

What though thy wasted rays were quench'd in show'rs,, And wint❜ry torrents swell thy summer stream;

If softness grace thy renovating pow'rs,

Still shall thy bounty be Britannia's theme:

On thy new birth let cloudless azure shine,
And Nature's self shall bow before thy shrine.

For not her delug'd flowers alone decay,

Her Garlands these, and these unwept might die; But, ah! her fostering food if swept away,

In one vast ruin Man's chief hope must lie: Oh, then, let Plenty fill thy rising horn,

So still shall genial beams thy Harvest-moon adorn!

repose of the family, she employs herself in a thousand occupations, amusive to her own mind, or useful to a long train of her daily pensioners. She constantly sits and even sleeps with the windows open; and when the rain blows, or the snow drifts into her apartment, she has it removed in the morning. In a word, it is known to innumerable persons, that, whatever be the defect of the verses inscribed to her, they faithfully record a simple fact in every line.

STANZAS,

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