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So sweet are Music’s melting notes, 
When swells, sublime, the voice of plea- 
sure : 
So sad descend the rising thoughts, 
* When falls the strain, in mournful mea- 
Sure. 
Be mine unfading Friendship’s light, 
Which shines to-day, and shines to-mor- 
Yow 5 
Which dawns upon Misfortune’s night, 
And gilds the deepest shades of Sorrow! 
February, 1808. A.R,. 
a 
For the Monthly Magazine. 
FROM THE LATIN. 
FRoM her fair hand a snowball Clara 
threw, 
"Twas aim’d aright, and kind!l’d as it flew 5 
What is more cold? yet now, alas, I learn 
That Beauty causes even snow to burn ! 
For by the sportive maiden well comprest, 
The missile snow beam’d fire into my breast ; 
And ’tis a truth the Muse consigns to fame, 
Produc’d an ardent, all-pervading flame. 
Say to what climes can we from Love retire,- 
if in the gelid concrete lurk his fire ? 
The fervid heat if ice and snow impart, 
Of Love insidious could I shun the dart ? 
‘The fame, dear Clara, thus inspir’d by you, 
An equal passion can alone subdue. 
Dec. 1807. E. HaRwoop. 
=a 
ODE TO FRIENDSHIP. 
FRIENDSHIP! if e’ec my treacherous 
mem’ry lose 
The dear remembrance of thy thousand 
charms ; 
Or if my tongue, ungrateful, e’er refuse 
To own the pow’r that thus my bosom 
warms 5 
If, from the giddy height of varied joys, 
fe’er survey thee with unthinking pride ; 
Or if my eye prefer wealth’s glittering toys 
To the pure offerings of my virtuous 
guide ; 
If fame or honour tempt me to resign 
These sweet responsive pleasures of the 
heart ; 
Tf for dull ease I yield thy ferm divine, 
Nor sigh when pew’rful duty bids us part ; 
Nay, Friendship, if; beyond all earthly 
I de not an thee, and court thy smile, 
May I be doom’d to endless sclitude, 
Without a hoge my sadness to beguile ! 
May Fancy quench her ever brilliant ray, 
And leave me in a worse than tenfold 
night 5 : 
And meck Content, and Memory, wing their 
way, 
Aad Love, and ali that can inspire delight. 
Original Poetry. 
[March 1, 
But vain my vows, while thy dear form re- 
mains 
To fix my soul, and keep my wishes free ; 
I cannot leave a for my heart disdains 
All objects that my eyes survey, but thee ! 
Topsham. H. T. 
——T ae 
LINES, 
ON THE DEATH OF AN OLD AND FAITH- 
FUL SERVANT, A COMPANION OF THE 
AUTHOR’S YOUTH. 
FRIEND of my youth! 
care 
The lov’d companion ; ever wont to share 
With me the pieasures of my happiest hours, 
And wake to frolic all my boyish powers, 
My friend, farewell! Tho’ Death’s uner- 
ring dart 
Has chill’d the vital current of thy heart 5 
Tho’ clos’d thine eyes, for ever mute the 
tongue, 
On which my infant ‘* soul responsive 
hung,” 
Kind Memory still shall picture to my view 
In soft, yet brilliant colours, ever true, 
of every early 
‘Scenes of past days; and to my mind re- 
store 
Tales oft recounted, to be told no more. 
When heedless oft in danger’s path I stray’d, 
Thy warning voice was “heard, and Beards 
obey’d. 
Oft didst thou aid my paper kite to rise 
Aloft in air, and seem to meet the skies; © 
At foot-ball, too, upon the verdant plain, 
With thee I strove, nor ever strove in vain: 
Thy gen’rous hand the victor faurel plac’d 
Around my brow, unearn’d, yet net dis~ 
gracd., 
Whatever gambols pleas’d my youthful mind, 
Thou shar’ost them all; my champion, ever 
kind. 
When ripening years bade childish joys 
adieu, 
And op’d, with all its cares, “the world to 
view 5 
When giddy passions seiz’d my ardent soul, 
In pleasure’s gulph, impatient of controul, 
Deep had I plung’d—but thy kind hand was 
near, 
Heid fast the reins, and check’d my wild 
career; 
Thou still "dst to reason all my maddnirg 
brain, 
And badest me sacred Virtue’s path maintain. 
Oft hast shou sooth’d the hours of deep dis- 
tress, 
*fwas thine to pity, and twas thine to bless. 
Such wert thou once !—~but all-wise Power 
ordains 
An end to all thy cares, to all thy pains ; 
Summons thy soul to brighter scenes above, 
In realms of endless peace, eternal lowe. 
To those blest realms my thoughts shall oft. 
ascend, 
And hail thee seraph there, tho? mourn thee 
bere a friends P 
Fan. 9; 1808, 
