1792- P'^^'ry- 



Impatience hates ingratitude, forswth ! 

 Why ? — it d'scnvers our ingratefal truth ; 

 That having done, tor interest or fame, 

 Such and such doings, (he ha5 l>st her aim ; 

 While thanltlefs people, really in her debt, 

 Have got all theirs, and put her in a frft. 



Pofsest of patience, a right humble mind, 



At all events, is totally resign'd; 



Does good for sake of good, i o for th' event, 



Leaves that to hejv'n and ke -ps to its content ; 



Good to be done, or t3 be sutttr'd ill. 



It ac.s, it bea.s, v^ith meek submifsive will. 



Enough, emugh ' — Now tell me if you please, 

 How IS it to be had, this mental ease ? 

 GoJ Ic o v5^, — 1 do not, how it is acquir'd ; 

 But this I know-, — if heartily desir'd, 

 We fliall be thankful for the donor'a leave 

 To aflt, to hope, and wait till we receive. 



VERSES WROTE BY A LADY IN A DEEP DECLINE TO REP 

 INFANT NINE MONTHS OLD. 



Fur the Bee. 



Owe IT b>be ! you smile unconscious in my arms 

 Of .ill the f»ars which my fond hearc alarms j 

 Thy little hands fait wipe my tears away, 

 You seem to say, be chearful, O be gay ! 



Ah ' lovely infant little do«t thou know 

 Thy mo her's agony, her grief, her woe ; 

 Her houiS of cire, her many resriefs •] ghts, 

 The thousand lerrOjS that her sjul affr ghts 



You little kmw the ills that round you wait. 

 And jeem to threat your yoaig, your helphis state j 

 Misf-jrtunr o'er thee waves her Djleful wanj, 

 And gloomy clouds of sorrow lowr around. 



Peaceful thy father rests in deith's dark tomb, 

 Ai-.d SI m thy mirher too mu't mcri hi« Joom ; 

 Soon on my pilld cieek the worm w'l feed. 

 And the rank grafs wave chearlefs round my head. 



