A Flood. The Fly. The godlike face of man avails him nought. The country be fhut up, lur'd by the scent, 63 THOMSON. A FLOOD. WHEN from the hills the torrents fwift and ftrong The yellow harvests of the ripen'd year, THE FLY. THE fly about the candle gay G 2 POPE, But But fhort, alas! his giddy play, The child in fuch fimplicity About the bee-hive clings, And, with one drop of honey, he ТО А ВЕЕ. THOU wert out betimes, thou busy busy Bee! Before the cow from her refting-place On the meadow with dew fo gray, I faw thee, thou bufy bufy Bee! Thou wert alive, thou bufy bufy Bee! When the crowd in their fleep were dead, Thou wert abroad in the fresheft hour, When the sweetest odour comes from the flower. Man will not learn to leave his lifeless bed, And be wife and copy thee, thou busy busy Bee! Thou To a Bee. Thou wert working late, thou busy busy Bee! I heard thee laft as I faw thee firft, 65 When the primrose tree bloffom was ready to burst. In the coolnefs of the ev'ning hour, I heard thee, thou busy busy Bee! Thou art a miser, thou bufy busy Bee! Still on thy golden stores intent, Thy youth in heaping and hoarding is spent I will not copy thee, thou miserly Bee! Thou art a fool, thou bufy bufy Bee, Thy mafler waits till thy work is done, And then he will feize the spoil, And will murder thee, thou poor little Beel ANTHOLOGY. €3 66 The Cranes.-The Strength of Virtue. THE CRANES. MARK how when fullen clouds appear, And far o'er land and feas to warmer slimes repair. ...... THE STRENGTH OF VIRTUE. Against the threats Of malice..........or that power Which erring men call Chance, this hold I firm, And mix no more with goodness. MILTON. The Nightingale.-The Serpent. THE NIGHTINGALE. 67 CLOSE in the poplar fhade the nightingale LEE THE SERPENT. IN fair Calabria's woods a fsnake is bred. But when in muddy pools the water finks, And the chapt earth is furrow'd o'er with chinks, He |