1803.) 
But when the tide retiring held again 
ts refluent course, and sunk into the main 3 
Where late the waves were cut by lofty 
prows, 
Blue Nereus safe to bring their feet allows. 
This way the Dardan leader silent strove, 
Intrepid, firm, his warlike bands to move. 
His army sudden from the deep he calls; 
And thro’ the billows rushes to the walls. 
They hasten up behind him on the side 
Where Aris, trusting to the flowing tide, 
Had left the town without a guard; and 
straight 
The Carthaginian (miserable fate !) 
Extends, now humbly prostrate on’ the} 
ground, 
His vanquish’d neck in fetters.to be bound, 
And bids the peuple yield their arms around. 
ea 
ON HUMAN LIFE. 
BY MISS STARKE. 
Hope's cheering beams, Health’s freshest 
flow’rsy 
Ambition’s sweets, and Pleasure’s bow’rs, 
Life’s op’ning paths adorn; 
Enraptur’d with the luring maze, 
The youthful pjlgrim fearless strays, 
Nor heeds each lurking thorn. 
With forests drear, with rivers vast, 
With mountains never to be past, = - 
Heav’n’s narrow road seems barr’dj 
But if, by Constancy impell’d, 
Along this road our course be held, 
How bright is our reward ! 
As sable shadows fade away 
Before the glorious orb of day, 
E’en so, before our sight, 
Each doubt, each fear, each danger flies, 
Till aiding Seraphs bless our eyes - 
With Realms of endless light. 
No. mind, how weak so’er it be, 
Arm’d by celestial Constancy, 
Shall fail those realms to gain; 
-- But when, by dazzling pixintoms led, 
In Pleasure’s treach’rous paths we tread, 
Each step ’s progressive pain. 
The rose, so !ovely in the morn, 
At even only yields a thorn, 
To lacerate our hearts; 
Ambition’s dreams soon cease te please ; 
Health vanishes before Disease, 
And Hope herself departs. 
=e Te 
MORNING SONG, 
(MORGENLIED) FROM THE GERMAN OF 
GESNER, 
WELCOME, early orb of morn! 
Welcome, infant day ! 
O’er the wood-twpp’d mountain borne, 
Mark its coming ray! 
Now o’er babbling brooks it beams ; 
Sips trom each flower its dezy ; 
Now with glorious gladdening gieamg 
Wakes the world anew. 
Montuty Mas., No. 179,° 
Original Poetry. 
329 
Zephyrs first, o’er flowers that slumber’d, 
Quit their couch, and play ; 
Breathe o’er flowers in sighs unnumberd, 
Breathe the scent of day. 
Fancy now her reign gives o’er, 
Every vision flies; 
Chloe’s cheek is wan no more, 
Cupids round it rise. 
Fiasten, Zephyr, waft from roses 
All their loveliest bloom ! 
Haste where Chloe now reposes, 
Wake her from her tomb! 
To the fairest’s couch repair, 
Wanton round her pillow; 
Over her lip and bosom fair 
Bathe thy blandest billow ! 
She wakes, she whispers to the gale, 
Wakes from her morning dream 3 
Whilst tothe stream, and thro” the vale, 
I er’st have breath’d her name. © S. 
Ee 
AN INVITATION TO THE WAKE. 
BY MISS M » OF BIRMINGHAMe 
OFTLY steals the blush of morning 
Through the sky, late veil’d in night 3 
Rising Sol the East adorning, a 
Bids all nature wake to light. 
Hark! the village bells are ringing 5 
Mirth and pastime call away; 
And the joyous milkmaid singing, 
Welcomes in our holiday. 
Haste, my fair, no longer tarry ; 
Soon we’ll trip across the plain; 
No sad cares our hearts shall carry 3 
And our joy shall banish pain. 
When we reach the scene of pleasure, 
We in every sport will join 3 
Glad I'd give my little treasure 
For one transient smile of thine. 
Ribbands gay shall be thy fairing 
To adorn thy flowing hair; 
Tho’ no costly jewels wearing, 
Thoul’t shine fairest of the fair. ° 
Come, I see that smile, consenting, 
Tells me al] that thou would’st say ; 
That my lovely maid relenting, 
 Hastes to bless aur holiday. 
a 
TO THE NIGHTINGALE, « 
RY THE SAME. 3 
QWEET songster of the feather’ choir, 
Still, still attune thy welcome lay ; 
In this sad heart some joy inspire, 
And from it chase my griefs away. 
Ab no! ’twere far beyond thy power 
To heat these wounds so deeply made ; 
Bur thou canst sooth the lonely hour, 
When gight has spread her friendly shade, 
When on yon stream the moon-beams play, 
Vil haste me to my fav’rite tree 3 
And whilst f listen to thy lay, 
Pi) think L hear my love in thee. 
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