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Old Winter is come, all so'cold and so cheer- 
less, “4 
And what is there here can enliven the 
heart? 
*Tis Friendship and Love—two gems shining 
and peerless, 
From whom may we never have reason to 
part. 
Yes, Friendship and Love—-whose warm rays 
ever 
Canthaw the cold frost of the pitiless mind: 
*Tis Friendship and Love, with affection com- 
bining, 
Can chase away winter, and warm the cold 
wind. 
; JamMes JENNINGS. 
SSE 
TO VIOLA. 
N memory’s dear and cherish’d hour, 
I saw thee like the beauteous flow’r, 
That twinesaround Affection’s shrine; 
In Love’s pure light thy form was drest, 
I smil’d to mark thy gentle breast 
Soft trembling to the sigh of mine. 
When Sorrow, like a spoiler, flew, 
And veil’d Love’s opening bud with dew, 
And hung the morn of Youth with gloom 3 
I thought, though bow’d by Sorrow's wile, 
The moon-beam of thy sadden’d smile, 
More fair than Pleasure’s rosy bloom. 
Ev’n now, though Joy’s attemper’d ray, 
Delighted o’er thy bosom stray, 
Responsive to thy Lover's pray’r 5 
» Wet, gladness beaming from his eyes, 
‘Love hangs upon thy smile, and sighs, : 
6s Affection’s tear hath glisten’d thine!" 
P.M. J. 
~_- ; 
TO THE SNOW-DROP. 
By JOHN MAYNE, 
Muthor of the Poems of Glasgow,” and 
«© The Sitler Gun.” 
PBSHof the Spring that smiles on me, 
I pay my early court to thee! 
But, well-a-day! how chang’d the scene, 
Since, erst, I hail’d thee on the green! 
Then Life and Love were in their prime 3 
_ Then Winter smil’d like Summer-time. 
Now Life and Love are on the wing, 
Now Winter riots in the Spring ; 
And, ev’n in Summer, nought I see 
But drizzling show’rs and blights for me; 
With frequent coffins passing by, 
$ad monitors that Death is nigh! 
O! when that solemn hour shail come, 
Which seals my passpert to the tomb, 
- Be faith and resignation mine, 
And, that sweet soother, hope divine ! 
First of the Spring that smileson me, 
Again I pay my court to thee! : 
May no rude hand profane thy sweets; 
We caitiff bawl thee thro’ the streets 5 
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Or, if thou art displanted there, 
To grace the bosom of the fair. 
O, teach simplicity to them, . 
Who nevef knew the peerless gem! 
Tell those, by Error led astray, 
That Wisdom is the only way 
Which leads to purity like thine— 
Which leads to ev’ry grace divine ! 
January, 1809. 
=e 
THE CALL OF A SYLPHID TO ITS KiINe 
BRED SPIRITS ON THE RETURN OF 
SPRING. 
CONGENIAL spirits, haste away, 
From where, in gloomy shades of night, 
Secure from wintry winds ye lay ; . 
Again revive and view the light ; 
Again inhale the balmy airs 
That o’er the mountains’ summits play, 
And free from sorrows, free from cares, 
*Midst odorous sweets pursue your way. 
By gentle zephyrs borne along, 
Beneath a pure and azure sky, 
We'll listen tothe shepherd’s song, 
Or through the shady woodland flys 
On violets will we rest unseen, 
In harebells sip the honied dew, 
And lurk beneath the herbage green, 
Where primroses the valley strew. 
Beside the stream where wearied lies 
The viliage swain in rustic geer, 
Invisible to. mortal eyes, | 
We'll whisper pleasure in his ear. 
All nature smiles with gladd’ning light, 
The Sun displays his eheering ray, 
Then, rising from your shades of night, 
Congenial spirits haste away. 
Se 
SONNET. 
VIRGINIA TO PAUL—=FROM PRANCE. 
AMID the storied hall, and gorgeous dome, 
The haunt of Fortune’s fay’rites cold yet 
Bays | 
I think on thee, my Paul! who, far away, 
Thro’ the thick woods which shade our na- 
tive home, 
Where with Virginia thou wast wont te 
roam, 
Now sad and solitarily dost stray ; 
Ah! as thou gazest on thy devious way, 
Upen the lonely cascade’s sparkling foam, 
Thro’ which you bore me; or the cocoa-treey 
Or many a well-known object with whose 
sight i 
Ideas of Virginia must unite, 
sR of me, Paul? I oft think of 
thee ; . 
~ Nor wealth, nor pow’r, nof threats of 
friends unkind, . 
Shall ever chace thine image. from my 
Mind, «5-945 ~ + rH4 i 
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