COXCHOLOGY. 



XII. 



Deem not thyself from harm secur'd, 

 Pholas !^ in rock or oak immm-'d, 



Or more tenacious clay ; 

 Howe'er thy wish to live retir'd, 

 Unseen, misought, and unadmir d, 

 Yet, by thy tempting beauty fir'd, 



We bring thee forth to day. 



XIIL 



Gracefully striate is thy shell, 

 Transverse and longitudinal, 



And delicately fair ; 

 But why that magic lustre bright? 

 For sure thou art no erudite, 

 Studious to trim the lamp by night. 



Or breathe the vesper prayer. 



