248 \ Original Poetry. [ O&. fy 
Quznam infantula fuavius 
Nottra rideat ad Patrem ? 
Cujus dulcius infidet 
Blandis lumen ocellis ? 
Aut cujus digitos Cypris 
Gratizque faventes 
Effinxere venuftius ? 
VOTI PARS MELIOR manet 3 
> Annis adproperantibus 
Spe concredita :—nec, reor, 
Vano ludimur Omine 3 
Et quantum hactenus annuit, 
Ad noftram facilis Precem, 
Tantum SUMMA BENIGNITAS, 
Et quodcunque Parentibus 
Natzque eft melius, fuo 
Omne hoc tempore, largior 
Votis & Precibus, dabit. 
‘TROSTUNE: IV NON: SEXT: 
MDCCCIII. 
—— ee 
On SEEING 4 VESSEL SAIL. 
By MRS, LENOIR. 
YON fhip prepar’d the port to leave, 
Her canvas fwells, her anchors heave, 
She courts the fav’ring gale: 
Her jovial crew, her rudder’s guide, 
Wait but the flowly-rifing tide 
To fpread their vent’rous fail. 
Oh! wond’rous proof of bold defign, 
Of art that’s only not-divine, 
Say whither art thou bound ? - 
What barb’rous coaft, what hoftile fhore, 
Whar diftant worid wilt thou explore, 
What unplough’d ocean found ? 
Whom does thy fpacicus hold contain ? 
Sons, for whom mothers weep in vainy 
The father torn from home 3 
{While fifters hope to ftay the tears 
Of their loft parent’s widow’d years,) 
In thee, alas ! may roam. 
_ Some truant youth may there departs 
The fov’reign of a virgin-heart, 
That beats for him alone 5 
Whofe plighted vows of endlefs love 
She never doubts will faithful prove, 
. dtill judging from her own, 
Tell not the fond, confiding maid, 
How oft her truft will be betray’d ; 
How oft the youth forfworn 3 
Wound net herunfufpefing breaft, 
In Fancy’s {weet illufion bieft, 
And abfence may be borne. 
Be thou, kind Heaven, the veffel’s guide ! 
For her the whelming waves divide, 
The ftormy winds controul ; 
Whether fhe fleer her devious way 
To diftant India’s fervent day, — 
Orieek the frozen pole. 
Yet doft thou in thy wrath ordain 
That the fair fabric ne’er again dei 
Shall bear her wand’rets home ® 
If giv’n up to greedy tides, 
The ftorm muft rend her parting fides, 
And ruin be her doom 3 
Spare inthine ire her gallant crew 5 
Spare in their lives their childrens’ toog 
The mother, and the wife : 
The troubled deep awhile affuage, 
Speak and appeafe the fearful rage 
Of elemental ftrife. 
From fell Arabia’s barren ftrands, 
Her ruthlefs fons, her burning fands, 
The veffel far convey 5 
Nor let the haplefs crew be thrown 
Where gen’rous pity is unknown, 
Or monfters howl for prey. 
Their tedious toils and travéls o’er, 
May Albion’s {fnow-white ¢lifis once more: 
The weary wand’rers gain; 
And each (his dangers at an end,) 
Recount them to the wond’ring friends 
With joy enhanc’d by pain. 
TS aed 
VERSES of the DEATH Of 4 NIECE.- 
YE foirett fow’rs that fcent the balmy gale, 
The fage’s emblem and the poet’s theme, 
Your aid I feek to deck my plaintive tale, ~ 
Cr eer ye fade as Time’s enchanting 
dream. 
Like your’s I’ mark'd Eliza’s opening bloom, 
What blifsful vifioas then would Fancy 
raife ? 
I faw the Maiden life’s high cares affume, 
And gain by merit more than beauty’s 
praife. 
But lo! what fudden clouds obfcur’d the 
view, 
Sufpenfe fat anxious in her mother’s eyes 
Till, all-defpairing, baffled Art withdrew, 
And love-parental heard her lateft igh. 
Like you fhe droop’d, ye children of the 
Spring, 
Awhile fo gay ; yet fall not hope furvive $ 
To you no fecond bloom can Nature bring 5 
By Heav’n endow'd, we perifh but to live. 
Though fhort Eliza’s date, yet honour’d age 
Nor hoary hairs beftow, ner lengthen’d 
years 5 . 
They well retire from Time’s eventful ftage, 
Whom Wifdom crowns, and Innocence en 
. dears. | 
Enough if virtue fill’d her tranfient day, 
If light eternal brightened all its clofe 5 
That guide be mine through life’s {till cevi- 
ous way, | . 
And mine that folace of ali human woes! 
Whitegate Farm, Auguft 3, J. T.R. 
1303. - 
SONNET, 
