POETRr. 



THE LOTTERY. A TALE FOR. THE LADIES. 

 Fcr the Bee. 



Dum splendeat — frangitur. 



While Fancy in her brain's recefs, 



Draws out tile plan of happincfs, 



And Hope, with many a winning smile^. 



Uprears the visionary pile, 



All me ! that face, with envious frown, • 



Should hurl tlie airy fabric down. 



How o.-'t ojr fav'rite projects are 



Oe'rturn'd, in spite of all our care! 



This story junexaggtrateJ," 



Will partly tell ye when related : — 



A gentle nymph whose madding veins, 



Wtre fill'd with warm and sanguine streams^- 



That ran much higher than her means, 



And fill'd her Lead with airy schemes,- 



Contriv'd in Gaodluch^s grand afFaVr, 



With other friends to get a ftare. 



Not all the arts ftie yet h:d tried 



To gratify her soaring pride; 



Not all her schemes ot mortal blifs, 



Had mov'd her hopes and fears like thisy - 



Nor, so impatient, for the day 



That crowns the cares of long delay 



The lover waits, in anxious aoubt, 



As Laura for the time, 1 trow, 

 When the huge wondrous wheel turns out 



Its prizes and its blanks a'so. 

 At length came on in proper place, 

 The day which must decide her case: 

 • At last, ye godsl the hour is eome, 

 (She cries) wiiich marks my future dooms 

 Whether aloft to fame I go, 

 ■Or here remain in statu juo} 

 Whether in majestic state, 

 jASir.ile at all the fro%vns of fate; 

 Or here debas'd I sigh in vain, 

 To soar above the vulgjr train. 

 But hence! such soul-tormenting carc> 

 And ev'ry (hadow of dcapair; 

 The hsait from fortune meets denial, ' 

 That meanly Ibrinks before the trial 5 

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