For the Bee. 

 TO MYRA*. 



Jl SONG BY THOMSON NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED. 

 1. 

 O THOU whose tender serious eyes, 



Exprefsive, speak the mind I love 5 

 The gentle azure of the /kies, 



The pensive fliadows of the grove : 

 II. 

 O mix their beauteous beams with mine. 



And let us interchange our hearts } 

 Let all their sweetnefs on me (hine, 



Pour'd thro' my soul be all their darts : 

 III. 



Ah !— 'tis too much ! 1 cannot bear 



At once so soft, so keen a ray : 

 In pity, then, my lovely Fair '. 

 .0 turn these killing eyes away ! 



IV. 



But what avails it to conceal 



One charm, where nought but charms we see . 

 Their lustre, then, again reveal, 



And let me, Myra, die of thee! 



LINES FOUND IN AN OLD BOOK.. 

 There was a man whose name was semfer idem. 

 And, to be brief, he was menator quidam. 

 He had a wife who was neither tall nor bre-vts, 

 Tet in her carriage was accounted lews. 

 He to content her gave her all things saih. 

 She to rei;uite him made him cuckold ^rani, 

 He for that same act turn'd her out of/ora, r>. r , v 



And bade her go and learn some betterr«orfS. DoMrKEtsi-ix. 



THE DETERMINATION. 

 'Love and truth warm the mind of my beautiful Fair, 



And each tender tale wins her heart; 

 Se-^sibility's (hrine is hedew'd with a tear. 



When fortune proclaims vre must part. 



Than leave the sweet maid each ill I'll endure, 



Bear insult and poverty's dart; 

 For riches without her to me is no lure. 



We never, — we never can part ! M. 



• This beautiful song, tho' addrefsed to Myra, was ir.emt faf Am.-nJn? 

 'pj the last Ilnciias been changed in the song sett« mufc biMrUrb.,«,. 

 VOL. vii. "^ "^ T 



