He ceas'd his fong. The melting dame
With foft indulgence heard the strain;
She felt, fhe own'd a mutual flame,
And hafted to relieve his pain.

He led her to the nuptial bower,
And neftled closely to her fide;
The fondest bridegroom of that hour,
And she, the most delighted bride.

Next morn he wak'd her with a fong,
"Behold, he said, the new-born day!

"The lark his matin peal has rung,
"Arife, my love, and come away.

Together through the fields they ftray'd,
And to the murm'ring riv'let's fide;
Renew'd their vows, and hopp'd and play'd,
With honeft joy and decent pride.

When oh! with grief the Mufe relates
The mournful fequel of my tale;

Sent by an order from the fates,
A gunner met them in the vale.

Alarm'd

Alarm'd the lover cry'd, My dear,
Hafte. hafte away, from danger fly;
Here, gunner, point thy thunder here;
O fpare my love, and let me die.

At him the gunner took his aim;
His aim, alas! was all too true :
O! had he chose some other game !
as he was wont to do!

Or fhot

Divided pair! forgive the wrong,

While I with tears your fate rehearse;
I'll join the widow's plaintive fong,
And fave the lover in my verse.

The

RAKE.

By a Lady in NEW ENGLAND.

Video meliora proboque,

Deteriora fequor.

A

N open heart, a generous mind,

But paffion's flave, and wild as wind:

In theory, a judge of right;

Though banish'd from its practice quite :

HOR.

So

So loofe, fo prostitute of foul,

His nobler wit becomes the tool
Of every importuning fool:

A thousand virtues mifapply'd;

While reafon floats on paffion's tide:
The ruin of the chafte and fair;

The parent's curfe, the virgin's fnare:
Whofe falfe example leads aftray

The young, the thoughtless, and the gay:.
Yet, left alone to cooler thought,

He knows, he fees, he feels his fault;
He knows his fault, he feels, he views,
Detesting what he most pursues:
His judgment tells him, all his gains
For fleeting joys, are lasting pains:
Reason with appetite contending,
Repenting ftill, and still offending:
Abufer of the gifts of nature,

A wretched, felf-condemning creature,
He paffes o'er life's ill-trod ftage;

And dies, in youth, the prey of age

The fcorn, the pity of the wife,

Who love, lament him

age!

and defpife!

FLOWERS.

LE

The learned page devour;

While Florio better knowledge drains

From each inftructive flow'r.

II.

His fav'rite Rofe his fear alarms,

All opening to the fun;

Like vain coquettes, who spread their charms,

And shine, to be undone,.

III.

The Tulip, gaudy in its drefs,

And made for nought but show,
In every fenfe, may well exprefst

The glittering, empty beau!
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IV. The

IV.

The Snow-drop firft but peeps to light,

And fearful fhews its head;

Thus modeft merit fhines more bright,

By felf-diftruft misled.

V.

Th' Auric❜la, which through labour rose,
Yet fhines compleat by art,

The force of education fhows;

How much it can impart.

VI.

He marks the Senfitive's nice fit;
Nor fears he to proclaim,

If each man's darling vice were hit,
That he would a& the fame.

VII.

Beneath each common hedge, he views

The Violet, with care;

Hinting we should not worth refuse,

Although we find it there.

VIII.

The Tuberofe that lofty fprings,

Nor can support its height,

Well represents imperious kings,
Grown impotent by might.

IX. Fragrant,