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Infexts. When vernal fun-beams pierce their dark retreat, The heaving tomb distends with vital heat; The full-form'd brood, impatient of their cell, Start from their trance and burst their filken shells Trembling awhile they stand, and scarcely dare To launch at once upon the untried air. At length affur’d, they catch the fav'ring gale, And leave their fordid spoils, and high in æther
fail. Lo! the bright train their radiant wing's unfold, With filver fringed and freckled o'er with gold. On the gay bosom of some fragrant flower They idly flutt'ring live their little hour; Their life all pleasure, and their talk all play, All spring their age, and fun-fhine' all their day. Not so the child of sorrow, wretched man: . His course with toil concludes, with pain began, That his high destiny he might discern, And in misfortune's school this lesson learn,Pleasure's the portion of th' inferior kind; But glory, virtue, Heaven for man degn’d.
What atom forms of infect life appear !
Their wings with azure, green, and purple gloss’d,
ERE yet the clouds let fall the treasur'd fnow,
The frighted birds the rattling branches shun,
.. A. PHILLIPS,
Milo, forbear to call him blest
Let a broad stream with golden sands
Through all his meadows roll,
That wears a narrow soul.
Were I fo tall to reach the pole, .
The Oưd Man's Comforts.
THE OLD MAN'S COMFORTS, AND HOW
HE GAINED THEM.
" You are old, father William,” the young man
cried, “ The few locks that are left you are gray: : You are hale, father William, a hearty old man:
Now tell me the reason, I pray.”
“ In the days of my youth," father William re
..plied, “I remember'd that youth would fly fast, And abus’d not my health and my vigour at first,
That I never might need them at last.”
“ You are old, father William,” the young man
cried, “ And pleasures with youth pass away, : And yet you lament not the days that are gone : Now tell me the reason, I pray.."?