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What though its prospects now appear
So pleasing and refin'd;
And prey upon the mind.
Since then false joys our fancy cheat
With hopes of real bliss ;
Is all compris'd in this.
May I through life's uncertain tide,
Be still from pain exempt ; May all my wants be still supply'd, My state too low t admit of pride,
And yet above contempt.
But should your Providence divine
Be center'd in a friend.
The BEARS and Bees.. A FABLE.
By the Same.
Bears in wanton mood,
A seperti temin neighbouring wood,
Came where th' industrious Bees had stor'd
Oh! may this frame, that rising grew
Beneath thy plaftic hands,
Whate'er thy will commands.
The soul that moves this earthly load
Thy semblance let it bear;
Who ftamp'd his image there.
The CAMELION: A FABLE after
Monsieur DE LA Morte.
By the Same.
FT has it been my lot to mark
A proud, conceited, talking fpark,
Two travellers of such a caft;
“ A ftranger
" A stranger animal, cries one,
« Hold there, the other quick replies,
« I've seen it, Sir, as well as you, “ And must again affirm it blue. • At leisure I the beast suryey'd “ Extended in the cooling fade.”
“ 'Tis green, 'tis green, Sir, I assure ye “ Green ! cries the other in a fury
Why, Sir-d'ye think I've lost my eyes ?".
So high at last the contest rose,