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Or if, perchance, the tender blofsom fair, 

 In Julia's chamber decks the gilded vase, 



A while it lives, as if in native air, 



Then pines, and with'ring, spends its leaflefs days. 



Thus from the parent stem of virtue torn, 



Some charming female, whose unrlpen'd charms 



Beam'd like the radiance of the risen morn, 

 Too fondly yields to blefs a flattVer's arms : 



Admir'd, fhe blooms a while, — pofsefs'd, (he's spurn'd i 



Then, frail and fair, dies friendlefs and unmourn'd ! 



A Phcekix Hunter, 



ANONYMOUS VERSES. 



For the Bee. 

 What means this thrilling motion in my breast? 



Why, trembling, stands a tear in either eye ? 

 O lull, kind heav'n ! my anxious mind to rest j 



Remove the cause, or let the mourner die! 



Scarce had six summer s»ms roU'd o'er my head. 

 Scarce had I learn'd to lisp a parent's name. 



When they, alas! were number'd with the dead. 

 And left their orphan other friend* to claim. 



Yet not unpltied was my early woe. 



Nor did I feel or grieve my helplefs state, 



'Tis now, in riper "years, their lofs I know, 

 And vainly murmur at the will of fate. 



For o'er my head a cloud of ill« are hung. 

 My bosom swells with many a bursting sigh. 



And still this pray'r cscipes my fault'ring tongue, 

 I^move the cause, cr let the mourner die ! 



TO A LADY, WITH A BASKET OF EVERGREENS GATHERED 

 IN DECEMEXR. 



Not from the gay parterre, or blooming field, 



Spring the green plants, which now their honours yield. 



To deck the parlour, wheie, in neat attire. 



My Celia sits before the chearful fire. 



The field and garden have resign'd their bloom 



To pale-ey'd winter's desolating gloom : 



Such are the charms of beauty and of birth, 



Priz'd high by votaries of wealth and mirth; 



