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Sri each affliction he détrees, design 
There is, and doubtless that design is good : 
In this depression even I now sustain, 5 
"This weariness of life, this hate of self, 
May mercy beat work, And be it so! 
Look, look, my soul, on thy polluted self, 
Nor think thou gazest with a jaundiced eye, 
What now thou loath’st~is thou, is very. 
thou ! 
Self-flattery glossed thee in thy brighter 
hours, 
Now first thou hat’st, now first thou know’st, 
* thyself. ha ' 
Ksow and amend, that when the hoar shall 
come, 
That brings thy lawful summons to be gone, 
Thou may’st depart with dignity and hope. 
Lo! the wide field of Piety extends, 
The field of Virtue, fair beneath thy feet: 
Act well thy part, and smooth thy wrinkled 
uit brow, 
And kiss the rod, and do the will of Heaven; 
Soon will a few short years of sorrow pass, 
And. bliss, long sighed-for, will at length be 
thine, 
Far richer bliss than this low world could 
yield, } 
Than wish could seek, than fancy could con- 
y ccives G. 
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TO ———, 
ON THE RETURN OF SPRING: 
GAN Ilovely nature see, 
In all her pristine gaiety, 
a ev'ry hill and dale between, 
Cloth’d again in cheerful green? 
Can I view the shady bow’rs, 
Deck’d again with varied flow’rs ? 
Flow’rs enamelling the glade, 
That bud to die, and bloom to fade? 
Can the rose its pride resume, 
And breathe around its sweet perfume ? 
Extend its beauteous leafanew, 
With velvet touch, and crimson hue? 
Can the airy zephyrs bring 
New graces to the youthful spring, 
Without recalling to my mind, 
A’ maid gs fair, but far less kind ? 
A maid as fair,—for nature’s ¢harms 
Are centred in her circling arms ; 
Her checks the rose’s hue eclipse, 
And all its perfume ’s in her lips. 
But farless kind; for mark how free 
‘The spring extends her charity 5 
Dispensing sweetness o’er the ball, 
Bestows a smile alike on a/i. 
Why then should’st thou refuse to bless, 
Since thou can’st please with so much less ? 
T ask not half so much of thee 5 
Béstow a smile alone on me, 
D. & 
Original Poetry. 
[March }, 
SONG. 
Tunte=*‘Humours of Glen 
FAOW fresh is the rose in the gay dewy 
morning, , 
‘That peeps with a smile o’er yon eastern hill. 
How fair is the lily, our gardens adorning, 
And fresh is the daisy that blooms by the rill : 
But Mary, the rarest, the fairest, sweet 
flower, ; 
That ever adorned the green banks of the’ 
; Main,* ‘ ‘ 
Compar’d with this beauty, the eglantine 
bower, Y 
The rose, and the lily, how trifling and vain ! 
How lovely her bosom, where friexdship and 
feeling 
Still heave for misfortune the dear tender’ 
sigh; 
How sweet are her looks, -ev’ry beauty re- 
vealing ; 
» And mild is the lustre that beams in her eye. 
The blush of her cheek still out-rivals Au- . 
rord, 
When beauty and music awake the young 
dawny 3 : 
And sweeter her smile than the smile of 
sweet Flora, : 
When cowslips and daisies bedeck the gay 
lawn. 
And, O, lovely maid! may thy beauties stil , 
flourish, ; 
Unnipp’d by the blast of Misfortune’s rough 
gale; 
May Virtue attend thee, thy goodness te 
nourish, f 
And no ruflian hand the sweet blossom assail ! 
May Fortune’s best smiles, lovely maid, 
never leave thee, 
Through life’s fleeting scenes as thou joar- 
ney’st along, 
And curst be the villain would seek to de- 
ceive thee, 
Or offer thy virtue and innocence wrong ! 
Let lordlings exult in their titles and treasure, 
Where courts and where grandeur extend 
their proud blaze, 
And proud city-beauties may listen with 
pleasure, 
While poets as venal re-echo their praise ; 
No man shall now boast of the city or palace, 
Bedecked with their beauties, a gay gilded © 
train 
For now there’s a fairer adorns our green val- 
leysm— 
°Tis Mary, sweet Mary, the flow’r of the — 
Main. 
Ballytrisna, Co. Antrim. Joun Getry. 
* The principal river in county Antrim, 
is called the Main. It rises in the northern ~ 
part of the county, and falls into Lough 
Neagh, % 
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