POETRT. 



To the Editor of the Bee. 

 Sir, 

 By giving the following beautiful little poem a place in the Bee, you 

 ■^Ul much oblige. 



Yours, &c. 



I 



Resolv'd, said the poet, of Caslia to sing, 

 For ideas of beauty I bcarch'd thro' the spring; 

 To Howers soft blooming compar'd the sweet maid; 

 But flowers, tho' blooming, at evening will fade. 



II. 

 Of sunfhine and breezes I next thought to write; 

 Of the breezes so mild, and the sun.ihine so bright: 

 But these with my Fair no resemblance can bold. 

 For the sun sets at night, and the breezes turn cold. 



III. 

 The clouds of mild ev'ning, array'd'in pale blue, 

 "Wliile the sunbeams behind them peep glittering thro'. 

 To rival her charms can never arise ; 

 Yet methought they look'd something like Caflia's bright eyes. 



IV. 



At length a fine fruit tree in blofsom I found, 

 Which nature .irray'd, and fhed fragrance around: 

 The Muses methought, then, had smil'd on my pray'r. 

 This blofsom I cry'd will resemble my Fair. 



V. 



The colour so pleasing at summer's gay fall, 

 Will langui/h at firft, and must afterwards fall-; 

 But behind it the fruit, its succefsor (hall rise. 

 By nature disrob'J of the beauteous disguise. 



VI. 



So Cilia, when youth, that gay blofsom, is o'er, 

 Bv her virtues improv'd, will engage me the more, 

 Will recal cv'ry beauty, and heighten their prime. 

 When her merit is ripen'd by love and by time. 



ON THE APPROACH OF WINT£R. 



Cease, ccafe, frail man from earthly joy, 

 Vji;i i» the hope, the widi is vain, 

 Tiiat would on earth be bleft. 

 Oh 1 make it thy divine employ. 

 Heaven's Ivng lost favour to regain. 

 An cvi-rLstirig rcjC. 



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