1803.) 
4 sone. 
MY flumbers were-pleafant when laft I re- 
clin’d 
On my pillow, and thought of my love: 
Our hearts were in mutual endearment in« 
twin’d, 
And Gladnefs fat fmiling above. 
Our hands were united, and fwiftly we flew, 
My Eliza! o’cr mountain and vale 5 
With the beams of the morning we brufh’d of 
the dew, 
And fang with the breath of the gale. 
Qn the wings of the wind we embark on the 
Waves, 
And dance on the face of the deep ; 
Our veilel the billowy wildernefs braves, 
And mufic lulls Ocean afleep. 
The tranfports that charm’d us, while deaf 
to the roar 
Of the wind and the thund’ring ftream, 
Were, alas! butthe creatures of Fancy-—no 
more 
Than the fhadowy fport of a-dream ! 
W. Evans. 
See eel 
Toa YounG Lavy in ber illnefs, 
SPRING was the feafon of the reign. of 
Levey * 
(Thus fang in fabled legends poets old) 
€Ere Faith and Concord fled to realms above, 
And war to iron turn’d the age of gold. 
; *TisSpring :—and fweetly thro’ the woods and 
dales 
The breath of Zephyr and of mufic plays: 
Enamour’d birds repeat their tender tales, 
And build their nefts among the budding 
{prays. 
*Tis Morn, as blithe as wkenthe new-born 
light 
O’er Eden firft his golden mantle threw : 
For lo! the fun difpels the thades of night, 
And fires the verdant lawn with pearly dew, 
And late as Eve unfolds her fable robe, 
Studded with ftars fuperb of twinkling ray, 
‘The moon as fair reveals her filver globe, 
As when in Paradife the clof ’d the day, 
But neither fpring, nor fun, nor moon, nor 
ftar, 
With varied charms can give my bofom 
eafe 5 
For, hence, alas! Eliza droops afar, 
_ Immiur’d the prey of ficknefs and difeafe. 
Father of life! whofe {pirit healg.the air, 
When fierce diforders rage, or tempefts 
roar ¢ 
Oh! hear! Oh God of love! my fervent 
prayer, 
And to my arms, in fmiles, my love re- 
tore! W. Evans. 
OE ELI ee 
SUNRISE. sists 
QILENT is the world around ; 
Save the torrent’s ruihing found, 
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Now he fparkles like a ftar, 
With the owl’s difcordant tale, 
Down the Tamat’s mifty vale. 
Twilight o’er the mountains fteals, 
And the blufhing dawn reveals ; 
Lo! a cloud, in rich attire, 
Blazing like a hill on fire, 
Ufhers in the golden ray, 
The glories of the orb of day. 
Mounted on his orient car 5 
Now he flames with dazzling light, 
And clears away the fhades of night ! 
Heaven unfolds his azure robe, 4 
And earth difplays ber verdant globe! \ 
But fleep from fweet Eliza’s eyes ~ 
Veils thefe beauties of the fkies. 
W. Evans. 
Ce TN 2 ea 
THE RAINBOW. 
MAARBK, my love! thofe rainbow-dies 
Gaily deck the morning fkies ; 
Emblem fair of love divine ! 
Whence the Graces fweetly fhine, 
Breathing odors, breathing mirth, 
O’er the bofom of the earth 5 
While the fun, fupreme of day, 
Darts around his genial ray ; 
Warms the earth, and fires the main, 
And fmiles ’mid winter’s gloomy reign! 
Lo! the lovely fcene is fled, 
From eaft to weft divinely fpread, 
To pourtray in colors clear 
The fading bloffoms of the year: 
Perchance to fhow in tokens mild 
The lot of Nature’s darling child, 
Unftable man ! whnfe glory fades 
Like yonder rainbow’s light in fhades s 
But ftill, my love’! that fun furvives, 
The God, who breathed our tranfient lives! 
No wintry cloud, no deathful ftorm, 
His underived beams deform 3 
Whofe powef our youth revives, and cheers 
With life the flow of circling years. 
TJis eye, through every changing fcene, 
Our path furveys with look ferene. 
W. Evans. 
THE LAST ADIEU 
BY LAURA SOPHIA TEMPLE, 
6¢ And Death, with Nature’s nobleft works at 
Lifes 
Quench’ d the fair fiar that fmil’d upon bis life.” 
LANGHORNE» 
OW the hollow drum refounding 
Fir’d each valiant foldier’s breaft, 
High the youthful fpirits bounding 
Future hours in conqueft dreft, 
Brightly beam’d the eye of morning, 
Gaily imil’d the face of fpring, 
Balmy {weets the fenfe delighted, 
Borne on Zephyr’s trembling wing. 
Hark to the Cymbal’s brazen clanguor ! 
Hark to the trumpet’s fhrill reply ! 
Each brave heart fhakes off its langour, 
_ Proudly the eringfon banners fly, 
Now 
