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By treach'ry prompts the noify hound
To scent his footsteps on the ground ?
Thou trait'ress vile! for this thy blood
Shall glut my rage, and dye the wood!
So saying, on the lamb he flies,
Beneath his jaws the victim dies.
THE STORY OF LAVINIA.
OON as the morning trembles o'er the sky,
And, unperceiv'd, unfolds the spreading day;
Before the ripened field the reapers fand,
In fair array ; each by the lass he loves,
To bear the rougher part, and mitigate
By nameless gentle offices her toil.
At once they stoop, and swell the lusty sheaves;
While thro' their chearful band the rural talk,
The rural scandal, and the rural jest,
Fly harmless, to deceive the tedious time,
And steal unfelt the sultry hours away.
Behind the master walks, builds
the shocks; And conscious, glancing oft on every
His fated eye, feels his heart heave with joy.
The gleaners spread around, and here and there,
Spike after spike, their scanty harvest pick,
Be not too narrow, husbandmen! but fling
From the full sheaf, with charitable stealth,
The liberal handful. Think, oh grateful think!
How good the God of Harvest is to you ;
Who pours abundance o'er your flowing fields ;
While these unhappy partners of your kind
Wide-hover round you, like the fowls of heaven,
“ No, never, from this hour to part,
" We'll live and love so true; “ The sigh that rends thy conftant heart,
“ Shall break thy Edwin's too.”
The NIGHTINGALE and GLOW-WORM.
HE prudent nymph, whose cheeks disclose
The lilly, and the blushing rose,
From public view her charms will screen,
And rarely in the crowd be seen ;
This simple truth fhall keep her wise,
" The faireft fruits attract the flies.”
One night a glow-worm, proud and vain,
Contemplating her glitt'ring train,
Cry’d, sure there never was in nature
So elegant, so fine a creature.
All other insects, that I see,
The frugal ant, industrious bee,
Or filk-worm, with contempt I view;
With all that low, mechanic crew,
Who servilely their lives employ
In business, enemy to joy.
Mean, vulgar herd! ye are my scorn,
For grandeur only I was born,
Or sure am sprung from race divine,
And plac'd on earth, to live and shine.
Those lights, that sparkle so on high,
Are but the glow-worms of the sky,
And kings on earth their gems admire,
Because they imitate my fire.
She spoke. Attentive on a spray,
A Nightingale forbore his lay;
He saw the shining morsel near,
And flew, directed by the glare ;
A while he gaz'd with sober look,
And thus the trembling prey bespoke :
Deluded fool, with pride elate,
Know, 'tis thy beauty brings thy fate :
Less dazzling, long thou might'st have lain
Unheeded on the velvet plain:
Pride, foon or late, degraded mourns,
And beauty wrecks whom she adorns.
IXTEEN, dy'e fay? nay then 'tis time,
Another year destroys your prime.
But stay the settlement ! “ That's made.”
Why then's my simple girl afraid ?
Yet hold a moment, if you can,
And heedfully the fable scan.
The shades were fled, the morning blush'd,
The winds were in their caverns hush'd
When Hymen, pensive and sedate,
Held o'er the fields his musing gait.
Behind him, through the green-wood shade,
Death's meagre form the god survey'd ;