1823.] 
Is like the smile, sad suffering, yet serene, 
Of virtue in affliction. O! fair Moon, 
Thou holy traveller o’er this night-calm 
" scene, 
Thou look’st more lovely than the. god 
cf noon, 
Phebus, when bower’d in roses, as I gaze 
Upon thy mild and melancholy face. 
Thou peerless shining planet! orb of grace! 
Such high superior feelings thou dost 
‘raise, 
That this vile drossy carth seems lost, and 
thou 
Look’st like some sainted sphere, where 
pure bless’d spirits go. 
Cullum-strect. » ENORT. 
= 
TO LAURA. 
Husa, hush, ye winds! break not upon 
The slumbers of my darling maid, 
But to your gloomy caves be gone, 
Nor ihus her peaceful dreams invade ; 
Nor thus, &c. 
Sleep, matchless girl! yet may’st thou hear 
The language of my am’rous lute, 
Whose strain would fain engross thine ear 
In favour of its tender suit ; 
In favour, &c. 
O! thou art now my only bliss, 
And, Laura, all I crave from thee, 
Is one soft pledge,—one gentle kiss,— 
To prove thy heart is giv’n to me; 
To prove, &c. 
Tslington ; Aug. 1823. J. G—mM. 
—>>——_ 
THE CAPTIVE DOVE’s 
COMPLAINT TO ITS MISTRESS. 
BEHOLD, within this little cage confiu'd, 
To mournfubinactivity consign’d, 
A female dove, who, cooing for her mate, 
Mourns and bewails her present hapless 
state. 
“ My lovely form, my truly plaintive voice, 
Made me the object of a female choice ; 
While here confin’d I mourn, no more to 
soar, 
Wor regions high im air again explore. 
“A)tho’ by pity’s teaderest band supplied, 
Yet still my native freedom is denied, 
In vain I seek the liberty I see, 
Tn vain my pinions flutter to be free. 
“That gen’rous hand which brings my daily 
food 
Distributes round me ev’ry earthly good, 
Yet cannot yield one moment’s tranquil rest, 
Natore rebellious panting in my breast. 
“« Let me once more my liberty regain, 
‘To seek subsistence on the verdant plain, 
Or on the hills, or on the thicket grove, 
Fyom treé to tree go seck my daily food. 
“© let not pitying nature plead in vain, 
Nor let me in captivity remain ; 
Restore me to my native skies once more, 
‘To those blest regions where I dwelt 
before. 
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“ Then, with extended wing, with-ardour 
rise, 
And with a grateful song salute the skies, 
Proclaim that generous merey dwells with 
thee, 
And bless the liberal hand that made me 
free.” Ss. 8S. 
Walthamslow. 
—I_— 
DEATH; 
From the Swedish of J. C. Lohman, 
By GEORGE OLAUS BORROW. 
Pernaes ’tis folly, but still I feel 
My heart-strings quiver, my senses reel, 
Thinking how like a fast stream we range, 
Nearer and nearer to life’s dread change, 
When soul and spirit filter away, ~ 
And leave nothing better than senseless 
clay. 
Yield, beauty, yield, for the grave does 
gape, 
And, hernhly alter’d, reflects thy shape ; 
For, oh! think not those childish charms 
Will rest unrifled in his cold arms ; 
And think not there, that the rose of love 
Will bloom on thy features as here above. 
Let him who roams at Vanity Fair 
In robes that rival the tulip’s glare, 
Think on the chaplet of leaves which round 
His fading forehead will soon be bound, 
And on each dirge the priests will say 
When his cold corse is borne away, 
Let him who seeketh for wealth, uncheck’d 
By fear of labour, let him reflect 
That yonder gold will brightly shine 
When he has perish’d, with all his line ; 
Tho’ man may rave, and vaiuly boast, 
We are but ashes when at the most. 
—zTo 
THE SUN. 
Tue Sun with cheering rays of light 
Looks o’er the rising hill 5 
Dispels the gloomy shades of night, 
And makes creation smile, 
Immerging from his eastern bed 
The monarch climbs his way ; 
Now rising o’er the mountain’s head, 
Bursts forth to open day, | ; 
Forth from the chambers of the east 
Its radiant Blorigs shine ; 
Tis now in all its beauty drest, 
Led forth by skill divine. 
Altho’ for many thousand years 
Its light and heat have run, 
It now the same appearance wears,— 
Tis still a “ glorious Sun.” 
Its strength and beauty are the same, 
As cheeting, too, its ray, 
As when at God’s command it came 
To lead the first-born day. 
Tho’ myriads have its light enjoy’d, 
And felt its genial heat, ’ 
The fulness treasur’d there by God 
Is undiminish’d yet. a 
Come 
