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ORIGINAL POETRY. 

LINES 
Suppofed to be Written near the Monument of the 
Rev. Joun Parkuurst, at Epfom, in 
Surrey. ; 
« 
; By Mrs. Rowinson. 
HEN memory, led by Refignation, 
ftrays B04 
Through the dark mazes of life’s thorny ways, 
The weary wand’rer loves to linger here, 
Embalming Virtue with a fainted tear. 
For here, beyond the wild’ring toils of earth, 
Repos’d in darknefs, fleeps the fon of worth ; 
While his pure fpirit quits the life-worn fod, 
To meet in endlefs light his Priend and 
Gov, 
Yet, O! while memory’s tear embalms 
the urn, 
Refleftion paufes—and will paufe to mourn ; 
For, in the turmoil of difaf’rous life, 
Ambition’s airy dream, and Folly’s ftrife 5 
Where all the timid Virtues trembling: hide 
Beneath the giant-wing of tow’ring Pride ; 
Where bold Oppreffion lifts the pond’rous 
arm, 
Whofe withering poifon blights Perfeétion’s 
charm ; 
Where rEason trembles; and RELIGION’s 
tear 
Marks the red annals of each fateful year ;— 
Reflection weeps, and in her downcaft eye 
The drop, foft-trembling, marks, The good 
muft Diz} 
While o’er the ahhes of the fainted dead 
Vice, fill unvanquifh’d, lifts its Gorgon 
head ; ; 
Lifts it triumphant o’er the fons of worth, 
And, HY¥DRA-GIFTED, defolates the earth ! 
O! suape rever’p! If ever thou hat 
tov'd, 
The guardian of Tuy Cuirp*, fo long be- 
lov’d ; 
If ftill, in regions bleft, thy foul can trace 
The fond regrets that haunt thislonely fpace 5 
If, inthe filent hour, when fancy gives 
Tiy form to HER, who ftilt laments, and 
lives,— 
Lives! but to prove, by Vintvz’s proudet 
claim, 
Thy fage inftru€tions, and thy lafting fame! 
If on this woe-fraught fphere thy fpirit 
ftrays, 
To fteal the thorn from filial Virtuc’s ways ; 
Bid the frail fons of vanity and guile, 
Thy journey trace,—and emulate the while; 

* Mrs. Thomas, wife of the Rev. Jofeph 
Thomas, of Epfom, in Surrey. 
Montury Mac. No. 6 
Teach them the ftings of Sorrow to defy ; 
Like tue, live honour’d, and lamented 
dic ; 
Labour, like ruzr, in bland Religion’s 
fields, 
And find that harveft, Virtue only yields ; 
Then bid them hope, like thee, and patient 
wait 
The clofing fcene of this world-fick’ning 
ftate ; 
Like thee, when Death their bufy hour fhall 
end, 
Look, fmiling, totheir Gop, their Jupar, 
their Frizwp, 
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THE PANSY. 
WHEN the young Spring her feather’d 
train recalls, 
And when the bee rebuilds his honied walls ; 
When gentle April fheds her genial thow’rs, 
And fanning zephyrs breathe on budding 
flow’ rs ; 
Tufted in grafly rings’ where Fairies play, \ 
Panfies unfeen their rainbow robes difplay 3} 
Like pigmy peacocks fpread their. purple 
plumes,  ' 
Shedding at once a feafon of perfumes, 
A jetty ftar protects their ivory breaft, 
And velvet faftron forms their decent veft. 
But when grey Autumn calls his brother winds, 
Unturns the iron key their wrath confines, 
Bids dark November’s threat’ning tempefta 
roar, 
And warns the ant to hoard his winter fore 
Void of all fhape, all colour, all pexfumey 
Pale is the jetty ftar and purple plume ; 
Refigned, the florets feel the blah of death, 
And ere they heave the laft long partiag 
breath, 
They hide, inftinétive, in funereal fnows 
The treafured. capfules which their young 
in¢lofe, 
Round their cold tombs the infant feedlings 
lie, 
To bud and bloflom where their parents 
die. 
C. Snzyp,EpcrwortHe 
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A FRAGMENT 
Addrefed to James Curniz,M.D.F.RS. of 
Liverpool, on his Edition of the Works of Ro- 
BERT Burns, about to make its appearancey 
for the Bencfit of the Widow and Orphan Fa= 
wily of that immortal Bard. ; 
GEE Plenty exults in her green waving blade, - 
As the light breeze {weeps gently along, 
And Labour reclines in the foft leafy fhade 
- Where the red-breaft awakes his feet 
fong ; 
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