POETRY. 985 



Ho%r many a wretch, ia dying agonies, 

 Invoked ye in the misery of that day ! 

 Long after, on the tainted lake, the dead 

 Weltered ; there, perched upon his floating prey, 

 The vulture fed in daylight ; and the wolves, 

 Assembled at (heir banquet round its banks, 

 Disturbed the midnight with their howl of joy. 



THE SUPPLIANT. 



From Sports of the Genii, 



By Mrs. J. Hunter. 



" T TAKE thy gift, and hear thy \ow^" 



J- Cry'd Cupid, as he bent his bow; 

 '' And soon thy charming foe shall find 

 " We are not, as she thinks us, blind." 



" Alas !" the suppliant Youth reply'd, 

 " She's guarded by a host of Pride ; 

 " And Avarice, who never sleeps, 

 *' The watch and ward continual keeps. 



" I weep to think thy golden dart 

 '' Can never reach her frozen heart : 

 *' Or, if it should, the flames that play 

 " Around its point, would die away." 



" If open force will not succeed," 

 Return'd the God, " we must proceed 

 " By stratagem : — from Fortune's wheel 

 " We'll take our aim, and make her feel. 



" From thence the feather'd shaft shall fly, 

 *' And, haply, strike upon her eye : 

 " By random shots some hearts are won : 

 *' For Beauty's Queen assists her son. 



" Report shall whisper in her ear 



" Hopes of some thousand pounds a-year. 



*' Two of the sentinels our own ! 



" Courage ! my boy — we'll take the town." 



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