POETRT. 



To the 'Editor of the Bu 



*Vhen morn breaks forth, and Sol's enliv'ning riy 

 Drinks from the flow'ret's eye the pearly tear j 

 ■Creacioi rir^i with varied grateful lay, 



And strains melodious m-urmur far and near. 



The clouds which floated on the blue expanse 

 Now stream with gold, and emula.e the ^un, 



Then seek the waters, where the bright beams dance. 

 And hide their heads beneath the horizon. 



Just so each sadd'ning gloomy thought doth fly, 

 When pleasure (kirns o'er the delighted brain, 



And strikes the nerve which leads to gaiety. 

 And thoughts of love inspires a kindly train j 



Ease feels th' infection, gilded dips in night, 

 And the ftiU soul, unclouded, smiles delight. 



A PHCENIX HUNTER. 



THE PLIANT MAID. 

 A song from a volume intended for the frejs, hut not puhlijhed. 



For the Bee. 



As o'er the green the o.her day 



I walk'd to take the air, 

 1 nrret a maiden by the way 



Most beautiful and fair; 

 Her sparkling eves were azure blue. 

 Her (kin like lilies wet with dew. 



As blufliing byme fhe did pafs. 



My youthful heart did warm, 

 J laid to her, " sweet lovely lafs, 



I mean to thee no harm :" 

 Still bliifliing sweet flic n"thing said. 

 I ne'er beheld a sweeter maid. 



I took her hand, O ! heaven what joy ! 



Voung cupid, from his bow, 

 Sent a iharp dirt, that sly young b«jy, 



That would not let me goj 

 i Strove to part, but ah I my heart 

 Was wounded with his cruel dirt. 



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