The Beggar's Petition. 93 THE BEGGAR'S PETITION. PITY the forrows of a poor old man, Whofe trembling limbs have borne him to your door; Whofe days are dwindled to the shortest spanO give relief! and Heaven will bless your store. These tatter'd clothes my poverty bespeak, Yon house, erected on the rifing ground, Hard is the fate of the infirm and poor. O take 94 The Dying Negro. O take me to your hofpitable home! Keen blows the wind, and piercing is the cold: Pity the forrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door; Whose days are dwindled to the shortest spanO give relief! and Heaven will bless your store. THE DYING NEGRO. O'ER my toil-wither'd limbs fickly languors are fhed, And the dark mifts of death on my eyelids are spread; Before my last sufferings how gladly I bend! Against the hot breezes hard struggles my breast, Slow, flow beats my heart, and I hasten to rest; No more fhall fharp anguifh my faint bofom rend, For the ftrong arm of death is the arm of a friend. No The Beau Difconcerted. 95 No more fhall I fink in the deep scorching air, No more fhall keen hunger my weak body tear; No more on my limbs shall swift lashes descend, For the strong arm of death is the arm of a friend. Ye ruffians! who tore me from all I held dear, Who mock'd at my wailings and fmil'd at my tear, Now, now thall I 'fcape, every suffering fhall end, For the strong arm of death is the arm of a friend. THE BEAU DISCONCERTED. I'VE feen a beau, in fome ill-fated hour, In gilded chariot loll. He with difdain. near: Now rule thy prancing steeds, lac'd charioteer! Crufh'd Crush'd is thy pride, down falls the fhrieking beau, The flabby pavement crystal fragments strow; Black floods of mire the splendid dress disgrace, And mud enwraps the honours of his face. GAY, EXERCISE. LET floth lie foft'ning till high noon in down, I mount the courfer, call the deep-mouth'd hounds, I lead where ftags through tangled thickets tread, And shake the faplings with their branching head; I make the falcons wing their airy way, And foar to feize or stooping strike their prey; PARNEL. I To a Robin Redbreaft. 97 TO A ROBIN REDBREAST. LITTLE bird with bofom red, Pleasure in thy glancing eye,- |