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Then on my head thy leaves profusely strew, 
And bathe my parch’d lips with thy balmy dew. 
Iv. 
Now, now, thy wild delirium I feel, 
And all thy languors on my senses steal :— 
But ah! J wake again, —the soothing dream is @’er, 
And all those pangs return I felt before. 
Short is the joy those anodynes supply 5 
Morn comes, but brings again my woe, 
Though morn, sweet flow’r, thy rescid tear may dry; 
Mine will forever flow. . 
i Vs 
4 find that though thy poison fell, 
Throws o’er the sense_a torpid spell, 
“Yet thy enchantment steeped bowl, 
Frees not from pain the sick’ning soul 5 
He who plies his thirsty lip, 
“Oniy a momentary ease can sip 5 
Ineffectual is thy balm, 
‘To heal the bleeding wounds of care, 
Sorrows beating breast to calm, 
Or stop the-oft descending tear. 
‘Trifling to me has been thy hop’d relief, 
Thou hast but check’d, not cuy’d my still corroding griet, 
ALOUETTE, 
TO THE HOUSE SWALLOW. 
. 
“Harmcess tenant of the fky, 
Wheeling oft befure my eye, 
Welcome to this humble cot, 
Here be fix’d thy summer lot. 
Round my garden freely reve, > 
Choose the clay which swallows loves 
Here’s a straw,—and there’s some wea, { 
Let thy nest be warm and full. 
‘Thither guide thy chatt’ring mate, ~ rr 
Happy be your faithful state 5 i" 
Share each others pain and joy, 
Not a boy thall dare annoy. 
Sons I have,—but not a stone ; 
E’er fhall cause a parent’s moan 
‘Hurling from their peaceful nest, 
Little folks by great opprest. 
Harmlefs tenants of the thy, 
‘Male and female hither fly ; 
Welcome to thie humble roof, 
Here, my birds, is room enough. ALMERINE 
