1791 • LtTERARY INTELLIGENCER. lOI 



Seafon for remembering the Poor, 

 Stern winter is come with his cold chilling breath, 

 And the verdure has drop'd from the trees ; 

 All nature leems touch'd with the finger of death, 

 And the ilreams are beginning to freeze. 



When wanton young lads o'er the river can Aide, 

 And Flora attends us no more ; 

 When in plenty you fit by a good fire-fide. 

 Sure you ought to remember the poor. 



When the cold feather'd fnow does in fleeces defcend, 

 And whiten the profpefts around ; 



When the keen cutting winds from the north do attend, 

 Hard incruftating over the ground ; 



When the poor harmlefs hare may be trac'd to the wood 

 By her footfteps indented in fnow ; 

 When the lips and the fingers are fl:arting with blood ; 

 When the markfmen a cock-fi.ooting go ; 



When the poor Robin red-breaft approaches the cot ; 

 When the icicles hang at the door ; 

 V/hen the bowl fmokes with fomething reviving and hot i 

 That's the time to remember the poor. 



When a thaw fliall enfue, and the waters increafe, 

 And the winds fhall violent grow ; 

 When the fifties from prifon obtain a releafe ; 

 When in danger the travellers go ; 



When the meadows are hid by the proud fwelling flood j 

 When the bridges are ufeful no more j 

 When in health you enjoy every thing that is good. 

 Can you grumble to think on the POOR. 



Since death is depriv'd of its all killing fting, 

 And the grave is triumphant no more; 

 Saints, Angels, and men, Hallelujahs Ihould fing, 

 /\nd " The RICH fliould remember the poor !" 



