996 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1805. 



Ask not for the beams which the summer adorn, 

 The soft sighs of eye, or the smiles of the morn. 



Look, Emily, look, thro' creation's wide range, 

 All is life and extinction, succession and change ; 

 Advancing — retiring — our pleasures we see, 

 They are fleeting, ray love, and as fleeting are we ; 

 The reasoner may sigh, and the beauty repine, 

 • — 'Tis the law of our being, enjoy and resign. 



Yet come, ye cold glooms, and ye clouds gather round, 



My bosom a refuge, a shelter has found. 



Thee, Emily, thee ; sm iftly rolls on the year, 



But it finds thee more honoured, and leaves thee more dear : 



To thee my heart turns in all changes unmoved, 



And when dying shall bless thee — as living it loved. 



THE POET. 



FROM THE SAME. 



rfl^HK towering thought, the living lyre, 

 JL The soul that wings the song with liie, 

 The listening world, the deathless name. 

 Arc these fond youth, thy daring claim .' 

 Then take thy wreath — yet calm survey 

 The perils of the muse's sway ; 

 And while lor thee I twine the bays, 

 Oh ! hear the warning voice 1 raise. 



Ne'er shall the temperate virtues find 

 A welcome in thy thoughtless mind ; 

 Those virtues that maturely rise 

 To shield the good, and grace the wise : 

 Each feverish hope — each fretful woe. 

 Each passion wild, thy heart shall know; 

 Nor feel the self-controlling power. 

 That counsels for the distant hour. 



Thy soaring spirit shall despise 

 Each humble bliss, that life supplies ; 

 To thee the world shall withered scorn. 

 When dragged from fancy's finer dream ; 

 Yet must thy heart be doomed to share 

 Theills thy I'cllovv mortals bear ; 

 And vain thy sickly wish to fly 

 t^om tasteless cold reality. 



Thou 



