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[March 1 
ORIGINAL POETRY. 
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VERSES, fugcefied by the CONFLUENCE. of 
the WALKHAM @nd the TAVY. 
PIERRE rivers meet, and, warbling in the 
wind, ms i 
With mingled cadence footh the penfive mind: 
Here woods, when fpring with garlands 
crowns the glade, 
Aliure the weary with their cooling fhade ; 
Here, mid the cooings of the turtle-dove, 
A thoufand fongfters {well their notes of love : 
While flocks and herds with tones of joy 
declare, Ce 
Here Eden blooms beneath the defert air: 
With thee, Eliza! here how fweet to live, 
»Till age the bloffom fteal, yet fruitage give! 
‘Now Winter clothes in fnow the dazzling 
ground, } 
‘How bare the forefts and the rocks around! 
The purple heath, the primrofe of the dale, 
Whofeé fragrance floated in the weftern gale ; 
‘The joyous tones of grazing herds and flocks, 
When fummer funs with glory, o’er the 
rocks, ‘ 
The herbage deck’d, and chaced the fhades 
away 3 i 
““The lark’s loud carol, and the blackbird’s 
la 
No fae charm; but from the fcene are 
flown, ; 
Where Winter o’er the wafte ere¢ts his 
throne. : 
Yet mild the radiance of yon golden fun, 
The midway of whofe fhorten’d race is run: 
No cloud o’ercafts of heaven the blue ferene, 
But Peace and filence fiill the liftening fcene ;- 
Save where a-flock of whiftling plovers fly, 
And fome efcape, while others falling die: 
Far from their native rocks they yield their 
breath, e 
Shot by the wary fportf{man’s tube of death. 
How gay this fcene of wild refplendent fhow! 
Spring fmiles above, though Winter reigns 
below. 
A wreath of fmoke from yonder cot afcends, 
Where now the owner feafts his Chriftmas 
friends. } 
With Autumn’s fimpleft fruits and beverage 
bleft se 
Good Het gives the toaft, and Health 
the zef. 
The red-breaft perches near the plenteous 
board,’ 
And picks the crumbs the feftive. loaves 
afford. ye . 
Fis bill, kind hoft! fuepply with ruftic fare, 
And with the bird of want thy plenty ihare. 
For thee is ftored abcve thy bright reward, 
‘The arm which bears the world fhali be thy 
guard.* 
"The red-breaft, 
fave, iy 
Eredong his thanks may warble on thy grave! 
as . RIVERAINs 
whom thy pity now may 
: 
HE eye delizhts to count the fwelling 
- waves, , 
Whofe filent pomp affails the founding 
hohe AHOPE 
Whére rocks, whofe brow the lawlefs deluge 
; braves, ‘ 
Re-echo far and wide thé tempeft’s roar. 
Though pearls enrich the bofom of the deepy 
No eye beholds the beauty of their ray 5 
In caves profound, beneath the flood, they 
fleep, 
* And hide their luftre from the zaze of day. 
More bright than gems the talents rare con- 
ceal’d, . ? 
-With filerice now, in Lydia’s gentle breaft 5 
Whofe rays, to footh my fancy once revealed, 
. From me, in tenfold night for ever rett! 
eee ME oe 
STANZAS.ON POETRY. 
4 
SWEET Poefy! whofe magic fooths the ; 
mind, : 
In anguifh when the bloom of beauty fades ; 
When Danger thunders in the ftormy wind, 
And Death his lightning darts through 
viewlefs fhades ! 
Thy luftre cheers the borders of the vale, 
Where neither fun, nor/moon nor ftarlight 
gleam ; ; 
But yew and cyprefs figh beneath the gale, 
And weeping willows fwell-the murmurs 
ing ftream, 
When Peace defcends to make the earth re- 
au pees a 
°Tis thine to crown her with the fairet 
wreath: _ 
The warrior’s glory dies without thy voice, 
_ That bids their fwords triumphant armies 
fheath, ache , 
Thy fpirit lulls the poet’s:ear to seit, 
In tranquil flumbers on the rolling deep—— 
With dreams of airy harps and banquets bleft, 
Though round him tempefts o’er the oceaa 
{weep. ' 
Thy numbers, ftealing thro’ the fhades of 
“night, ; 
The rettlefs hours of dark defpair beguile, 
Till morning dawns in robes of orient light 
With thee how fweet.is Laura’s’ lovely 
{mile! aed RIVERAIe 
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TO MARIA. 
SING gentle maid !—to hear thee fing 
Hutht is the lift’ning air, 
My fpirit trembles on ‘the wing, 
--And no delay can.bear. 
Thofe downcaft eyes, that fmile fuppreft, © 
Thy purpos’d fraud betray; 9° 
Yet, Syren, grant the bold requeft, i 
Come, fteal my heart away, 
£ See!’ 
