2l poetry. March 7. 



The lily f.*!r hs'U straight lament. 



And sigh to see its doom, 

 And in tlie moral he'll comment 



On Ella's once fair bloom : 

 But when contrasted with the rose, 



That's (liclter'd by the wall. 

 Reflection soon will discompose. 



The pearly tear will fall. 



Vll. 



Thus does the lamb with anxious eye, 



That strays with quer'lous bleat, 

 The wounded deer with lengthen'd sigh. 



That seeks the lone retre.At j 

 In hearts a tend'rcr pafsion mive. 



For poor misfortune's csuse, 

 Here only " pity milts the /o-ve,^' 



Which love but pity knows I 

 Thornhi/I, 



jfan. 5. 179a. 



TO THE CROCUS. 



Upright as are the thoughts of her 1 prize. 

 Second of flowers ! tho' little canst thovi boast 

 May charm the sight or gratify the smell, 

 T love thee! for of all this goodly scene 

 Which we behold, nought earlier than thyself 

 My soul remembers : In my boyilh years 

 I've mark'd thy coming with incefsant watch j 

 Oft have I visited each morn the spot 

 Wherein thou ly'st intomb'd j oft joy'd to see 

 Thy pointed tops just peering o er the ground : 

 And ail ! fond fool ! how often hast thou bar'd 

 Their tender sides, till thy too greedy Ijve, 

 Has kill'd the flow'rs its strange impatience 

 Meant to hasten into bloom. So do not ye 

 Whom heaven hath blefs'd with children, 

 Lest ye expose your darling hopet too soon 

 To the world's fancy, there to face those winds, 

 Whose bitter biting chills the weakly plant; 

 But (hield them with your kind and fost'ring aid, 

 Till they have gather'd strength t' abide those frostj 

 That nip life's opening bud; else ye, perhaps, 

 May find your hopes all blasted ev'n as mine. 



Ye much lov'd crocufses ! while mem'ry lasts, 

 I'll hold you dear, for still {hall ycu recall 

 My inlant days; and, oh, how great's the blifs 

 T« think on those ! — Oft does my soul inhale 



