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VI. Whenlightning's flash among the trees, Or kites are hov'ring near, Ifear lest thee alone they seize, And know no other fear. Wii. *Tis then I feel myself a wife, And press thy wedded side, Resolv’d a union form'd for life Death never shall divide. VIII. But oh! if fickle and unchaste, (Forgive a transient thought) Thou could become unkind at last, And scorn thy present lot, IX. No need of lightnings from on high, Or kites with cruel beak; Denied th’ endearments of thine eye, This widow’d heart would break. X. Thus sang the sweet sequester'd bird, Soft as the passing wind; And I recorded what I heard, A lesson for mankind.

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A FABLE.

I. A RAVEN, while with glossy breast Her new-laid eggs she fondly press'd, And, on her wickerwork high mounted, Her chickens prematurely counted, (A fault philosophers might blame if quite exempted from the same.) Enjoy'd at ease the genial day; 'Twas April, as the bumpkins say, The legislature call’d it May. But suddenly a wind as high, As ever swept a winter sky, Shook the young leaves about her ears, And fill'd her with a thousand fears, o Lest the rude blast should snap the bough, And spread her golden hopes below. But just at eve the blowing weather And all her fears were hush'd together: And now, quoth poor unthinking Ralph, 'Tis over, and the brood is safe; (For ravens, though as birds of omen They teach both conj'rers and old women, To tell us what is to befall, Can't prophesy themselves at all.) The morning came, when neighbour Hodge, who long had mark'd her airy lodge

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And destin’d all the treasure there
A gift to his expecting fair,
Climb'd like a squirrel to his dray,
And bore the worthless prize away.

MOR AL. *Tis Providence alone secures In ev'ry change both mine and yours: Safety consists not in escape From dangers of a frightful shape; An earthquake may be bid to spare The man, that’s strangled by a hair. Fate steals along with silent tread, Found oft’nest in what least we dread; Frowns in the storm with angry brow, But in the Sunshine strikes the blow.

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A COMPARISON.

THE lapse of time and rivers is the same,
Both speed their journey with a restless stream;
The silent pace, with which they steal away,
No wealth can bribe, nor pray'rs persuade to stay;
Alike irrevocable both when past,
And a wide ocean swallows both at last.
Though each resemble each in ev'ry part,
A diff'rence strikes at length the musing heart:
Streams never flow in vain; where streams abound,
How laughs the land with various plenty crown'd?
But time, that should enrich the nobler mind,
Neglected leaves a weary waste behind.

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ANOTHER.

and RESSED TO A YOUNG LADY.

SWEET stream, that winds through yonder glade,
Apt emblem of a virtuous maid-
silent and chaste she steals along,
Far from the world's gay busy throng;
With gentle yet prevailing force,
Intent upon her destin’d course ;
Graceful and useful all she does,
Blessing and blest where'er she goes,
Pure bosom d as that wat'ry glass,
And heav'n reflected in her face.

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