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I stand here to date the birth
Which shall longest brave the sky,
Cherish honour, virtue, truth !
INSCRIPTION For a Hermitage in the Author's Garden.
THIS cabin, Mary, in my sight appears, Built as it has been in our waning years, A rest afforded to our weary feet, Preliminary to the last retreat.
On the late indecent Liberties taken with the Re
mains of the great Milton. Anno 1790.
ME too, perchance, in future days,
The sculptur'd stone shall show,
Parnassian, on my brow.
Escap'd from every care,
And sleep securely there. *
So sang in Roman tone and style,
The youthful Bard, ere long
With her sublimest song,
Who then but must conceive disdainy
Hearing the deed unblest
His dread sepulchral resto
Ill fare the hands that heav'd the stones
Where Milton's ashes lay,
* Forsitan el nostros ducal de marmore vultus Nectens ant Paphia morti azd Parnasside lauri Fronde comas-- At ego secura pace quidicam.
Oh ill-requited Bard! neglect
Thy living worth repaid,
As much affronts thee dead.
Founded on a Fact, which happened in January,
1779. WHERE Humber pour; his rich commercial stream
There dwelt a wretch who breath'd but to blaspheme. In subterraneous caves his life he led, Black as the mine in which he wrought for bread. When on a day, emerging from the deep, A Sabbath-day! (such Sabbaths thousands keep !) The wages of his weekly toil he bore. To buy a cock-whose blood might win him more ; As if the noblest of the feather’d kind Were but for battle and for death design'di. As if the consecrated hours were meant For sport, to minds on cruelty intent ; It chanc'd (such chances Providence obey !) He met a fellow labourer on the way, Whose heart the same desires had once inflam'd; But now the savage temper was reclaim'd, Persuasion on his lips had taken place ; For all plead well who plead the cause of Grace ! His iron heart with scripture he assail'd, Woo'd him to hear a sermon, and prevailid ;
His faithful bow the mighty preacher drew,
Now farewel oaths and blasphemies, and lies ! He quits the sinner's, for the martyr's prize. That holy day was wash'd with many a tear, Gilded with hope, yet shaded too by fear. The next, his swarthy brethren of the mine Learn’d by his alter'd speech the change divine ! Laugh'd when they should have wept, and swore the
day Was nigh, when he would swear as fast as they. « No"-said the Penitent :-"Such words shall share This breath no more ; devoted now to prayer. Oh! if Thou seest, (thine eye the future sees!) That I shall yet again blaspheme like these ; Now strike me to the ground, on which I kneel, Ere yet this heart relapses into steel; Now take me to that Heaven, I once defied, Thy presence, thy embrace !"-He spoke and died !
IN Scotland's realm, where trees are few,
Nor even shrubs abound;
Some better things are found :
For husband there, and wife may boast
Their union undefil'd!
As hedge-rows in the wild :
In Scotland's realm, forlorn and barn,
This history chanc'd of late This history of a wedded pair,
A Chaffinch and his mate.
The spring drew near, each felt a breast
With genial instinct fillid; They pair'd, and only wish'd a nest,
But found not where to build.
The heaths uncover'd, and the moors,
Except with snow and sleet ; Sea-beaten rocks and naked shores
Could yield them no retreat. Long time a breeding place they sought,
Till both grew vex'd and tir'd ; At length a ship arriving, brought
The good so long desir'd.
Afford them place to rest ?
The homeless birds a nest ?
Hush !-Silent hearers profit most !
This racer of the sea Prov'd kinder to them than the coast s
It serv'd them with a tree.