POETHr. 



Sir, 

 Having accidentally met with the following lines, that I believe ne- 

 ver were pUblifhed, I send them to you, hoping you will find them not 

 unworthy of a place in your Bee. By inserting them soon, you will 

 •blige An admirer of nature*. 



LINES WRITTEN WITH A PENCIL BELOW A PRINT 



REPRESENTING A SLEEPING CHILD WITH ANGELS. 



" Siveet tj the tlecp of innocence : 

 " No guilt disturbs, no cares annoy , 

 " But all is soft tranquillity 

 " And calm rep'ote ! 



Ouch are the thoughts that fhoot athwart the mindi 



Of guardian angels, as the" hover o'er 



Their infant charge, when in the peaceful robe 



Of holy innocence they rebt secure : 



Altho', 'tis said, the sympathetic tear 



Of melting pity, sometimes steals adown 



Their heav'nly cheeks, when they the many ills 



That but too sure await man's riper years 



Anticipate. 



" Sleep on, sw»et babe ! they ',ay, — and may the time 



" When conscious guilt fliall baniih rest, ne'er come; 



" Nor when, bereft of those in whom thy soul 



" Delighted, thou fhalt still, thro' troubled sleep, 



" In vain pursue the object of thy love, 



" Which now, alas ! is gone, — to thee is gone, 



" And never, never, never can return." 



TO THE SNOW DROP. 



1 Hou ! who to heav'n lifting thy golden brow, 

 Ey'st unabalh'd the glorious orb of day, 

 I praise thee not;---I hate th' unbluihing front. 

 But ever let me tell thy humbler wortii, 



* The Editor has seen these lines before. As the copy sent wis im- 

 perfect, the errors have bjcn corrected from an authenticated (cpy jf the 

 poems. 



