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To him you give your m:!gic wandf 

 Each human pafsion to command j 

 To harrow up the soul with fear. 

 Or to diftolve it in a tear. 



Next him another form drew near, 

 With all the beauties. of the year, 

 Depending graceful in his train. 

 With which his genius seem'd la reign ; 

 His voice was music in the spring, 

 .•\nJ sumjner taught his tongue tosii'g ; 

 When pjniive Autumn's 3 ghing breeze, 

 Blew murm'ving thro igh the leafelefs triej. 

 Congenial were his melting lajs. 

 He warbled sweet in nature's priis-,. 

 Till (he, approving, own'd the pair 

 To be her chief, her fjv'rite care; 

 Louj thunders roU'd, the altar blaz'd, 

 Then through the douds her sons ftie raisM ; 

 The fleecing vision fled away, 

 And left me on Tweedside to stray. R. V. 



WHAT IS LOVE i 



YAOM AN OLI> COILZCTION OF MANUSCRIPT P-OEM.6, 

 COMMUNICATED BY A FRIEND. 



For the Bee. 



Aovi's no irregular desire, 



No sudden start of raging pain ; 



W.iich in a m irnent grows a fire. 

 And in a moment coc>'s again. 



Not found in the sad sonneteer 

 Who sings of darts, despair, and chains j 



And by whose dismal voice 'tis clear, 

 He wants not sense alone, — but brain*. 



N«r is it center'd in the beau. 

 Who sighs by rule, — in order dies ; 



'Whose sense appears in outward £how,^. 

 And want of wit by drefs supplies, 



Njj ; — love is something, so divine, 

 Description would but make it Itfs;, 



'TiS-what I know, but can't define, 

 'tis what I f«el, but can't exprcfs. 



