17'8 pofiry- d^^- I- 



ON PARTING V/ITH A FRIEND. 

 For the Bee. 



Ah painful ta(k ! for now the hour to part> 

 With melting sorrow, overwhelms my heart; 

 And now with fruitlefs art I vainly try 

 To check the tear, reprefs the rising sigh. 

 Nought can afsuage the anguilh that I fee], 

 No language can my heart-felt gr'.ef reveal ! 

 I From Hope's resplendent beam, could one faint ray 

 Illume with distant light the cloudy way ! 

 In future prospects, could I fondly view 

 A day when former scenes I might renew ! 

 Then would I try t' endure the present ill. 

 Nor thus with anxious thought sit brooding still. 



Farewell '. and O may every blifs which heaven 

 In mercy gives, to thee my friend be given, 

 Still may thy days be tranquil and serene. 

 May social pleasure animate each scene ! 

 May sweet Contentment's gentle pow'r descend, 

 And o'er thy heart her pviaceful reign extend. 



Lavinia. 



PRIDE. 



Dr Byron's foems, part ii. 



ViiTUES, you say, by patience must be tried) 

 *' If that be wanting, they are all but pride ; 

 " Of rule so strict I want to have a clue." 

 Well — If you'll have the same indulgence too> 

 And take a frefli compliance in good part, 

 I'll do the best I can with all my heart. 



Pride is the grand distemper of the mind. 

 The source of ev'ry vice of ev'ry kind; 

 That love of self, wherein its efscnce lies. 

 Gives birth to vicious tempers and supplies: 

 We coin a world of names for them, but still 

 All comes to fbndnefs for our own dear will. 



We see, by facts, upon the triple stage 

 Of present life, youth, manhood and old age, 

 How to be pleas'd, be Ijonour'd, and be rich. 

 These thiee conditions commonly bewitch ; 

 From young to old if human faults you Wtigh, 

 *Tis seUillj pride that grov»s from green to g:rey. 



