POETRY. — AT" 
Stretch’d-on the ground awhile entrane’d he lay, 
And press’d warm Kisses on the lifeless clay ; 
And then upsprung with wild convulsive start, 
And all the father kindled in his-heart: 
“ Oh, Heavens!” he-cried, ‘* my first rash vow forgive ; 
“« These bind to-earth, for'these | pray to jive !”"— 
Round his chill babes he ‘wrapp’d his crimson vest, 
And clasp’d them sebbing to his aching breast. 
ODE TO THE POPPY. 
From Desmond, a Novel, by Mrs. C. Smith. 
N2 for the promise of the labour’d field, 
Not for the good the yellow harvests yield, 
1 bend at Ceres’ shrine ; 
For, dull. to humid eyes appear 
The golden glories of tk® year ; 
Alas !—a melancholy, worship’ 's mine! - 
T hail the goddess for her scarlet flow’r! 
Thou brilliant weed, 
That dost-so far exceed 
The richest gifts. gay Flora can bestow 5, 
Heedless I pass’d thee in life’s morning hour, 
(Thou comforter of woe). 
Till sorrow taught me to confess, thy pow’r. 
In early days, when Fancy cheats, . 
A various: wreath | wove, 
Of laughing spring’s luxuriant sweets, 
To deck ungrateful love: 
The rose or thorn my numbers crown’d, 
As Venus smil’d, or Venus frown’d ; 
But Love, and Joys, andall their trainy. are: flown 5 3 
Hen languid: Hope no more'is: =a ag 
And I will sing of thee alone;' 
Unless, perchance, the attributesiof grief,» 
The cypress-bud and willow-leaf . 
Their pale-funereal foliage blenduwith a 
Hail, lovely blossom !—thou canst ease: 
The wretched victims of disease; 
Canst close:those weary eyes any oe 
Which never open but'to weep!» 
For, oh! thy potent charm 
Can agonizing pain disarm; © 
Expel imperious mem’ry from her seat, 
aan bid her throbbing heart forget to beat. ) 
Soul 
