2qK poetry. yJpril ^%, 



Yet we conjecture wrong; his bosom glowi 

 With no wild pa'sion, nor ambition knows ; 

 Tho' his puiiuits hsve unsuccefs.'ul Leen, 

 Yet is he cheaitul, yet his mind serene. 



TIjo' ne'er his foot has entcr'd fortune's door, , 



And during Irte been destinM to be pojr; 

 These bring not sorrows on the aged head, 

 So soon to rank among the silent dead. 



His course is run ; — life's goocis or evils seem 



No: much diitinguiftied, but an empty dream j 



The scene is pis:; uriepcting joys await 



His rising spirit in a future state. &, 



VERSES TO THE MEMORY OF THE UNFORTUNATE MISS BCRNS. 



For the Bee. 



■ Like to a fading flow'r in May, 



Wliich gtid'ner cannot save. 



So beauty must some time decay. 



And drop in^o the grave. 



Pair Burns, for kng the talk and toast 



Of many a gauay beau. 

 That beauty has for ever lost 



Which made each boscm glow. 



Think ftllow sisters on her fate, 

 . Think think how fiiort her d lys. 

 Oh ! think "and cer it be too late, 

 Turn from your evil ways. 

 Mdin. Nov. 26. 179 1. A. S. 



ON BEAUTY. 

 For the Bee. 



Oh ! beiuty what a pleasant thing 



Thou art unto the eye, 

 Thi' hundreds have thy praises sting 



With greater glee than I. 



Still if a lovigg heart can claim 



A tender1)(J6om sigh, 

 M'lth freedom I .that boon may cave 



So g've it liule^i. 



A. 



