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Make way! make way! brave Raifizc cried, 
The heroe, let me fee; 
For, for his country never died, 
A braver youth than he. 
Now lift he cries the beaver high, 
And let me fee his face: 
For him let no fond parent figh, 
*T would fuch a fon difgrace. 
The beaver rofe——the youth he knew— 
My fon! my fon! he cried 
Nor more—for fpeechlefs, pale he grew, 
Sunk on the corfe and died. 
——— ee 
THE CLOSE OF THE EVENING. 
New the broad fun defcends beneath ue 
fight, 
The weftern iky is tinged with purple light. 
And oft retiring to her bower of clouds, 
Through She veil the moon her form un- 
dhrouds. 
In fpiral volumes flow the fmoke afcends, 
Clings to the mift, and with the dew drop 
blends 5 
Where paft the hours of work, th’ induftrious 
{wain, 
‘From hoarded weeds extra€ts a fcanty gain. 
The bufy hum of day no more we hear, 
Each feparate found attra&s the liftning ear ; 
And now the ftar of evening mounts on high, 
And night that hides the earth reveals the iky. 
CLS 
—— ee Ewe 
SonNET To DELIA. 
= 1 onceI thought this bofom that fo much 
Had throbb’d with varied pangs, at length 
was fteel’d 
By fullen apathy, nor more would yield 
To fenfibility’s impreflive touch. 
But when thy melting glance my foul re- 
turn’d, 
Tumultuous heav’d griefs agonizing fight, 
Unbidden tears then flarted in my i es, 
And love, foft tyrant, his loft pow’r refum’d. 
But yet thofe woes with which my foul is 
fraught 
I fcarce regret ;—-now fwell within my mind. 
Thofe fympathies that glow for human kind ; 
Which erft thy charms mild beaming radiance 
taught: 
Then let philanthropy with love combine, 
And round my throbbing heart in focial 
wreaths entwine. ORLANDO. 

To a SNowDROP, 
Wy ELCOME fweet harbinger of op’ning 
{pring, 
Thy penfive beauties caught my wandering 
Sey 
Pye pluck’d thee, folitary flower, to bring, 
Thy tender frame, where no rude blafts are 
nigh. 
i fee, thou fcarce canft rear thy drooping head, 
For frofts inclement pierce thy lovely form, 
But 1°!) traniplant thee to a warmer bed; 
My hand fhall raife thee, and my fire thall 
warm, 
Oh would fome fympathifing gentle hand, 
"Thus raife the hyman flower, when paifery’s 
@arty 
Original Poetry. 
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And keen affi€tion, with her feorpion wand, 
Would make a victim of the youthful heart. 
How would my heart rejoice, could I relieve, 
And wipe away the tear from forrow’s eye, 
The child of fuffering, could fweet comfozt 
give, 
Or change into a fmile, the widow’s figh. 
Alas the confolation I would grant_ : 
To others, I myfelf muft never know, 
But if the means, the power to blefs, I want, 
I can commiferate, tho’ not beftow. 
= eee = 
To St. Andrews Cathedral Church, Wills 
By THE Rev. Mr. T. Bowen. 
1 ONS: may thy gothic pillows bear the 
weight 
Which tower in beauty o’er their flender 
form, 
Nor with rude crufh carihetk their change to 
fate ; 
But brave the whirlwinds, and defy the 
ftorm. : 
Long! may thy folemn organs melting found 
Attune the mind, and pure affeCtions raife, 
Roll through the vaulted roof and thence 
rebound, 
To diflant mille, and Seen in fongs of praife. 
Long! may thy matinand thy evening belt 
Change the foft tranfient breeze with calls 
to prayer, é 
Rouze every holy pafiion from its cell 5 
And for celeftial blifs the foul prepare. 
Cr fhould it chance to to!l in that dread hour, 
When a departing ipirit droops in clay— 
May it revive the peor dejeéted flower, 
And pafs it blooming to the realms ef:day. 
ee 
A PICTURE. 
AH who art thou of more than mortal birth, 
Whom heaven adorns with beauty’s 
brighteft beam, 
On wings of fpeed why fpurn’ft thou thus 
the earth ? 
Known but tofew, Occasion is my name. 
No reft I find, for underneath my feet 
The eternal ee rolls that fpeeds sale 
Way j 
Not the lyases 
fleet, 
And thefe my glittering pinions I difplay, 
That from the dazzling fight thine eyes 
may turn away, 
In full luxuriance o’er my angel face, 
Float my thick treffes, free and unconfin’d, 
That through the veil my features few 
may trace ; 
‘* But not one lock adorng my head behind, 
Cnce pait, for ever gone, no mertal might 
Shall bid the circling wheel returnagain.” 
But who is fhe, cempauien of thy flight? 
‘© REPENTANCE” if thou grafp at me in 
vain, 
<¢ Then muft thou in thine arms her loath- 
fome form retain. 
and now while heedlefs of the truths I fing, - 
Vain thoughts and fond defires thy time em- 
ploy 5 
Ah, feet thou not---on fwift but filent wing 
Lhe § Fora that failed ie tagr has glided by. 
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