Which echo, at the new-born sound

Startling, retold the groves around.

Broken is now the finest bowl,

Yonder the glittering fragments roll.

"There Jove, for love his bosom burn'd,

Into a bull's white form had turn'd;

There to the waves his sinews plied,

Unmindful how Europa cried;

Safe riding o'er the swelling seas,

He lick'd with flattering tongue her knees;

There trembling wrung the nymph her hands,

There griev'd her maidens on the strand;

Thro' her fair hair the Zephyrs blew,

And little Loves before her flew ;

While to the ocean's utmost bound,

Laugh'd the attendant dolphins round.

Broken is now the finest bowl,

Yonder the glittering fragments roll.

"There carved was Bacchus, glorious power!

Under a cool and fragrant bower;

Form'd of a vine's o'erarching shade,

Beside was Ariadne laid;

Smiling she still repuls'd the cup,

Though yet she wish'd to drink it up;

And look'd and languish'd, sighing sweet,

And seem'd for kisses to entreat:

While round his tigers sportive play'd,
Or else with ribbands gay array'd,
Eat luscious grapes from Cupid's hand,
Or bask'd them on the sunny sand.

Broken is now this bowl divine,

Far off dispers'd the fragments shine.

"Echo! the woods and groves along Repeat again my mournful song;

Tell it the nymphs, ye sounding waves!
Tell it the fauns thro' all their caves!

Broken is now my fav'rite bowl,

Yonder the glittering fragments roll."

So sung the faun, and then unbound,

While the gay fragments on the ground
To view, the wond'ring boys remain,

Fled swiftly o'er the verdant plain.

I. H. B.

FROM THE GERMAN OF GESSNER.

THE MORNING SONG.

WELCOME, joyful morning ray!

Welcome, firstborn son of day!

Now the shady wood-crown d height,

Blithe thy beams are spreading o'er,

From the water glancing bright,

From the dew on every flower;

And pleasure, sprightliness, and glee,

Come with thy beams in company.

Zephyrs that in flow'rbells deep

Lay the night immers❜d in sleep,
Leaving now their soft repose,

Swarm around the blushing rose ;

And while they pleasing flutt'rings make,

Whispering low they seem to say,

Sweet rose-bud! sleep'st thou yet? Awake!

"Unfold thy beauteous leaves to day.”

Of ev'ry shape, and shade, and hue,

Now fly the Dreams, a motley crew;

The little Loves are wand'ring o'er

The charms on Chloe's cheek that bloom;

Ye Zephyrs, haste! from ev'ry flower,

Oh! quickly cull the rich perfume!

And ere she leaves her downy bed
The liquid fragrance o'er her shed.

Breathe gently o'er her snow-white breast,
Your od'rous sweets around her throw;

Her rosy lips with kisses taste,

And as about her couch ye blow,

The maid awake; and murm'ring tell
That long before the sun arise,

I still repeat her name with sighs,
Tell her that none e'er loved so well.

I. H. B.