ijj THE BEE, OR J.^i, ,2^. 



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On Human Life. 



From funny fcenps, from days of joy. 



To liours of dark diftrefs, 

 Alas ! how many fink, among 



Tlic haplcfs human race. 



Thrown headlong on a giiilful world. 



They, artlefs, do not know, 

 Sincere and fimple in tliemfelves. 



They fancy others fo. 



Hence do wc find that men of worth. 



Are oft to want betray'd : 

 Hence is the hopeful youth undone, 



And hence the ruin'd maid. 



; The world's a wide and thorny wild, 

 U'^here many fnarcs are bid ; 

 And much of caution is requir'd 

 The devious wild to'tread. 



To Nirbt, a Sonnet. 



I LOVE thee, mournful fober-fulted night. 

 When the fair moon, yet ling'ring in her wane, 

 And veil'd in clouds, with pale uncertain light 

 Hangs o'er tlie waters of the reftlefs main. 



In deepdeprsffion funk, the enfeebl'd mind 

 WiH to the deaf, cold elements complain, 

 And tell th' embofom'd grief, however vain, 

 To fullen furges and the \ie\vlcfs wind. 



Though no rspofe on thy dark breall I find;, 

 I {till eiijoy thee, cheerlcis as thou art : 

 For in thy quiet gloom, th' exhauiued heart 

 Is calm, though wretched ; hopelefs, yet refigncd^ 

 \Vhile to the wind and waves its forrows given, 

 May reucb, vhough!o:l en earth; t!ic ear of heavcnl 



