Original’ Poctry. 
~The months, with all their fongs, and fruits 
and flow’rs, 
" Vapours, and fullem, clouds, aft frots, and 
{nows, > 
ty ceafelefs change, to Britain’s ffadious 
youth 
“Well he. defcribes ; 
Tepes. \ td ees : 
Shall blefs his toils--- nor lefs with Ev’ nincG 
TaLes,t 
With critic rules, and foft poetic lays, 
Moulds tender hearts, than. with a modeft 
fkill 
To art andfcience lifts the manly breatt. 
Nature’s fair walks invite the various mind 
Of man, who all around, beneath, above, 
Views what may fire the genius, to purfue 
Studies diverfe, yet ufeful, which unite, 
Like the rich hues, whofe fair varieties 
Each into other melting, all confpire 
To crown with one hea arch the lofty 
heav’n ; 
Or, like the many-darting rays of light, 
Which quick converge, and form one luftrous 
point, 
Thy tafk is toil and patience, to furvey* 
The form, pofition, and proportions due 
Of mountains, and their natures thence de- 
duce. ¢ 
Hence fhall determine well the diftant eye, 
and Britain’s ftudicus 
Granites, or porph’ries ; nor fhall vain afcent 
Thy feet beguile; to thee refearch fhall bring 
Its pleafures due, to others profit bring. 
*Twas-thyus, where circled in immortal fnow, 
‘Alps rear their tow’ring fummits, Sauflure} 
rais’d 
His fame’s htgh monument; nor lefsfhalt thou 
On Scotia’s barren rocks, though not to thee 
Thofe rocks thall long prove barren, thou 
fhalt gain 
From §cotland’s fons, the meed of fatr renown. 
een 
To the Memory of Miss K. 
She was fair as lilies‘or the vale! 
Her voice was heavenly! on her faded 
cheek, 
With rac Bite pain and lengthened ficknefs 
pale, 
Sat calm-eyed faith and patience ever 
meek. 
Dometic love would watch the livelong day, 
Smoothing her ‘eeplefs pillow, fhe, the 
while, 
In thankful filence wore the hours away, 
Reviving hope with many a tender {mile. 

t Calendar of Nature.” °° The Uje of Na- 
tural Hiflory in Poetry,” and ‘¢ Evenings at 
fiome,” "Sec. by Dr. Aikin. 
* The leading objeét of Mr. A.’s Tour in- 
to Scotland, was a mineralogy furvey of the 
~ country... 
+ A celebrated Mineralogift, Author of a 
work entitled, §* Voysge dans jes Alps.” 
123 
And when fhe took her laft, her long fare~ 
well, 
No death- bed terrors on her fpirit hung ; 
But P 
dying kiffes from her cold lips fell, 
And eager bleflings faulter’d on. her 
tongue. ii 
Think not her angel form fhall fleep in dufi! 
It lives enfhrined in ev’ry kindred foul 
Till heaven’s laft trumpet wake the flumb- 
*ring juft, 
And friends no more fhall part, while 
countlefs ages roll. Ly Ag 
‘\ 
— Ee 
SONNET. 
A®» when the defolating ftorm is pat, 
The fun relumes the darken’d face of 
day, 
Each timid flower that fhrunk before the 
blaft, 
Spreads its {weet bofom to the eine ray: 
Bright and more bright its tints reviving 
glow; - 
‘Its beauteous petals catch the genial gale, 
O’er its foft breaft enamour’d Zephyrs blow, 
And bear new fragrance through the fmil- 
ing vale. 
wel _ Thus, deareft Laura, at thy blef return, 
What treafures fleep within, or flates or lime, 
Thy lover’s wither’d peace fhall bloom 
again 5 
Thefe eyes fhall ceafe to weep, this heax to 
mourn, 
If love and ftedfaft truth seward my pain. 
While love and fpotlefs purity are thine, 
The blifs of angels cannot rival mine. 

SONNET 
TO AN INFANT. 
GNOW drop of love! fweet image of thy © 
fire, 
_ Whofe eager lips a father’s feelings fpeak, 
Whofe glowing orbs difclofe affeétion’s fire ; 
Pleas’d as I gaze upon thy lovely cheek, 
And kifs thy ruby lips, and fhake thine hand, 
Dim’d are mine cues with fympathy’s big 
tears 5 
For ah! methinks I ee Fate’s flefhlefs band 
Weaving arouhd thine head the diftant 
years, 
Inwrought with fizhs y and ftor’d with many a 
groan : 
Nay, why that {mile? Prediction’s dreams 
are flown. | 
Go, lovely rofe-butl! to the wide world go, 
Ope to the fun-beams of parental love 5 
And never, never may thy bofom prove 
One pang of mental grief, one hour'of human 
woe. ; 
RoTHERHITHE,. JoserH JACKSON. 
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