OATS. 



(Continued.) 



At her command the various passions lie ; 



She stirs to battle, or she lulls to peace; 

 Melts the charm'd soul to thrilling ecstasy, 



And bids the jarring world's harsh clangour cease. 



Oh ! surely melody from heaven was sent, 



To cheer the soul when tired with human strife, 



To soothe the wayward heart by sorrow rent, 

 And soften down the rugged road of life. 



H. K. White. 



Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould 



Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment ? 



Sure something holy lodges in that breast, 



And with these raptures moves the vocal air 



To testify his hidden residence Milton- 



Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul, 



And lap it in Elysium same. 



OLEANDER. 

 Rosebay. 

 Nerium. 



Beware ! 



Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps Shaks. 



Timely advised, the coming evil shun ! . . . Prior. 



A little fire is quickly trodden out ; 



Which being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. . Shaks. 



The better part of valour is discretion. . . . same. 



Then fly betimes, for only they 



Conquer love, that run away Carew. 



My heart ! I told thee what it was to love ; 



And now my mother's counsels I approve. 



She, on a time, ere set her mortal sun, 



As we convers'd where Peneus' waters run, 



" Daughter," she said, "t to maidens' heedless hearts 



Love's early dawn delicious charms imparts : 



With gentle breath the traitor comes at first ; 



Then tempests rise, and clouds of sorrow burst. 



Would'st thou be well ? whatever form he bear, 



He wears his arrows still, and so beware !" 



These lessons I remember'd oft and oft, 

 And when with winning air and accent soft 

 The shepherd came, his words, his looks were such, 

 I warn'd thee, heart, not to be pleased so much. 

 Hadst thou but taken heed, nor answer'd still 

 It was not love I felt, but mere good will, 



