THE GARLAND. The pride of every grove I chose, At morn the nymph vouchsaf'd to place Upon her brow, the various wreath ; The flowers less blooming than her face, The scent less fragrant than her breath. The flowers she wore along the day: Undrest at evening, when she found She chang'd her look, and on the ground That eye dropt sense distinct and clear, When from its lid a pearly tear Ran trickling down her beauteous cheek. Dissembling what I knew too well, She sigh'd; she smil'd; and to the flowers Ah me! the blooming pride of May, Both fade at evening, pale and gone. At dawn poor Stella danc'd and sung; The amorous youth around her bow'd; At night her fatał knell was rung ; I saw, and kiss'd her in her shrowd. Such as she is who dy'd to day : Such I, alas! may be tomorrow: Go, Damon, bid thy Muse display The justice of thy Cloe's sorrow. VERSES ACCOMPANYING A NOSE-GAY. Thou can'st not steal the rose's bloom, To decorate thy face; But the sweet blush of modesty, Will lend an equal grace. These violets scent the distant gale; Nor wilt thou e'er that lily's white, Now, in th' op'ning spring of life, This nosegay, in thy bosom plac'd, A moral may convey: For soon its brightest tints shall fade, So short-liv'd are the lovely tribes, They bud, blow, wither, fall, and die; And thus, my dear, must ev'ry charm, Sickness will change the roseate hue, Which glowing health bespeaks; And age will wrinkle with its cares The smile on beauty's cheeks. But as that fragrant myrtle wreath, So shall the mental graces still, TO A LADY WITH A RING. "Thee, Mary, with this ring I wed :-" So, sixteen years ago, I said— Behold another ring! "for what?" With that first ring I married youth, Grace, beauty, innocence, and truth; Taste, long admired; sense long rever'd; And all my Molly then appear'd. If she, by merit since disclos'd, Here, then, to day (with faith as sure, To thee, sweet girl! my second ring |