34 Poetry. "Jan- 4- 



There are, who seeking higher joys 

 Than time can give, or earth bestow. 

 See years with pleasure roll j 

 Their minds despise the trifling joys. 

 For which vain sons of earth forcg* 

 Eternity of soul. 



To virtuous minds new joys arise, 

 From ev'ry chang; th.ic nature feels. 

 From ev'ry pafsing year; 

 Not winter with inclement skies. 



Nor death's cold hand wliich on them steals. 

 Can make them yield to fear. 



tor them more gay, die vernal bloom, 



And livelier hues, the flow'rs adorn. 



To chear their weary way ; 



More frjgrant gales the air perfume. 



For them more sweet the smiling morn 



Doth its clear beams display. 



Roll swift away ye fleeting years ; 

 Your hjsty flight cannot dismay 

 The man that's truly wise. 

 As ye revolve new joys appear. 

 The prospect o.' that glorious day 

 Which calls him to the skies. 



THE BIRD'S NEST. 



Yes, little nest, I'll hold you fast, 



And little birds, one, two, three, four; 



I've watch'd you long, you'ie mine at last ; 

 Poor little things ! you'll 'fcape no more. 



Chirp, cry, and flutter as you will, 

 Ah ! simple rebels, 'tis in vain. 



Your little wings are unfledg'd still ; 

 How cdii you freedom then obtain ? 



What not; of sorrow strikes my ear ? 



I5 it thi ir mother thus dlstrest ? 

 Ah yes ! and lee, their f.uhcr ilear. 



Flies round and round, to seek their ncft. 



And is it I who cause their moan ? 



I, who so oft in summer's heat, 

 Beneith yon o'k hovi. hid me down. 



To lisjeii to vb«ir song so sweet ? 



