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'Twas then, amid the vocal throng,
Whom aature wakes to mirth and love, A Blackbird rais'd his amorous song,
And thus it echo'd thro' the grove : « O fairest of the feather'd train!
« For whom I fing, for wbom I burn; « Attend with pity to my strain,
“And grant my love a kind return. « For fee, the wintry storms are flown,
« And gentle zephyrs fan the air ; “ Let us the genial influence own,
« Let us the vernal pastime share. of The raven plumes his jetty wing,
« To please his croaking paramour; « The larks responsive ditties fing,
“ And tell their paffion as they soar. “ But trust me, love, the raven's wing
“ Is not to be compar'd with mine ; « Nor can the lark so sweetly sing
“ As I, who ftrength with sweetness join. « 0, let me all thy steps attend !
" I'll point new treasures to thy fight; " Whether the grove thy with befriend,
“ Or hedge-rows green, or meadows bright. « l'ul shew my love the cleareft rill,
“ Whose streams among the pebbles Atray; " There will we fip, and fip our fill,
" Or on the flow'ry margin play. " I'll lead her to the thickett brake,
" Impervious to the school-boy's eye;
" For her the plaster'd neft I'll make,
« And on her downy pinions lie. “ When prompted by a mother's care,
“ Her warmth shall form th' imprison'd young, - The pleasing task I'll gladly share,
“ Or cheer her labours with my song. " To bring her food I'll range the fields,
" And cull the best of ev'ry kind ; 16 Whatever nature's bounty yields,
" And love's affiduous care can find. « And when my lovely mate would stray,
“ To taste the summer sweets at large, " I'll wait at home the live-long day,
" And tend with care our little charge. " Then prove with me the sweets of love,
« With me divide the cares of life ; " No bush shall boast in all the grove
“ So fond a mate, so bless'd a wife.” He ceas'd his song. The melting dame,
With soft indulgence heard the strain ; She felt, she own'd, a mutual flame,
And hafted to relieve his pain.
And nestled closely to her fide;
And she the most delighted bride.
« Behold,” he said, “ the new-born day! “ The lark his matin peal has rung, " Arise, my love, and come away,"
Together thro' the fields they tray'd, .
And to the murmuring riv'let's fide; Renew'd their vows, and hopp'd and play'd
With honest joy, and decent pride, When, oh! with grief the More relates
The mournful sequel of my tale;
A gunner met them in the vale.
“ Hafte, hafte away! from danger fly! • Here, gunner! point thy thunder here;
“ O, spare my love, and let me die !" At him the gunner took his aim;
His aim, alas! was all too true : 0! had he chose some other game ;
Or shot-as he was wont to do! Divided pair I forgive the wrong,
While I with tears your fate rehearse; I'll join the widow's plaintive song,
And save the lover in my verse.
AN ELEGY. Written on the last Day of August. H ARD by yon copre, that skirts the flow'ry vale,
As late I walk'd to taste the ev'ning breeze, A plaintive murmur mingled in the gale,
And notes of forrow echo'd thro' the trees.
Touch'd by the pensive sound, I nearer drew;
But my rude Atep increas'd the cause of pain : Soon o'er my head the whirring Partridge fiew,
Alarm'd; and with her flew an infant train, But short th' excurfion; for unus'd to play,
Feebly the unfledg'd wings th' effay could make: The parent, shelter'd by the clofing day,
Lodg’d her lov'd covey in a neighb’ring brake. Her cradling pinions there she amply spread,
And hush'd th' affrighted family to rest ; But still the late alarm suggested dread,
And closer to their feath’ry friend they press’d. She, wretched parent! doom'd to various woe,
Felt all a mother's hope, a mother's care; With grief foresaw the dawn's impending blow,
And, to avert it, thus preferr'd her pray'r: 66 O Thou ! who e'en the sparrow doft befriend;
" Whose providence protects the harmless wren; “ Thou, God of birds ! these innocents defend,
“ From the yile sport of unrelenting men. “ For soon as dawn shall dapple yonder kies,
“ The Naughtering gunner, with the tube of fate, " While the dire dog the faithless stubble tries,
“ Shall persecute our tribe with annual hate. " O may the fun, unfann'd by cooling gale,
« Parch with unusual heat th' undewy ground; “ So shall the pointer's wonted cunning fail,
“ So shall the sportsman leave my babes unfound. 66. Then shall I fearless guide them to the mead ; " Then shall I fee with joy their plumage grow;
“ Then shall I see (fond thought) their future breed,
“ And every transport of a parent know ! « But if some victim must endure the dart,
" And fate marks out that victim from my race, « Strike, strike the leaden vengeance thro this heart! DA Bugar! spare my babes! and I the death embrace.
COOPER. FATHER's ADVICE TO HIS SON. Deep in a grove by cypress shaded,
Where mid-day sun had seldom shone,
Save some afflicted Muse's moan,
Sat sorrowing at the close of day,
Lifp'd half his father's cares away.
But on the smiling prattler hung,
These accents trembled from his tongue : “ My youth's first hope, my manhood's treasure,
“ My deareft innocent, attend, « Nor fear rebuke, or four displeasure :
" A father's lovelieft name is Friend. « Some truths from long experience flowing, · « Worth more than royal grants, receive ; " For truths are wealths of Heav'n's bestowing, ." Which kings have seldom power to give.