The careless world looks down with scorn On intellectual fires; And he indeed is most forlorn Whom genius most inspires. Yet mourn not vainly, suff'ring man, And fondly hope, amidst thy woe, That those whom sorrow marks below, ON THE DEATH OF THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE. 'Tis past !—the funeral knell is rung, A nation's tears have all been shed. Within the grave's sepulchral gloom Do wealth and honours swell thy train- Does youth, with ev'ry charm to please, 314 DEATH OF THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE. Reflect on Charlotte's early doom, But if with nobler passions fraught, A great ambition, worthy kings! If to religion's sacred zeal The love of liberty be join'd; The sorrows that afflict mankind Rejoice! for to unspotted worth Behold what rich rewards are giv'n; Living, dying-peace on earth, And Immortality in Heav'n. FRIENDSHIP. Aн, Friendship! how oft have I try'd 'Midst the turbulent children of pride, And when, at thy glorified shrine "Tis Love that awakens our fires, While Friendship with sympathy glows; 'Tis Beauty inflames our desires, And Friendship that softens our woes. When hope has forsaken the mind, A heart that to Friendship is true! Then give me these blessings supreme, The Friend, who shall gain my esteem, And the fair, who shall merit my love. HOPE. WHAT though the shades of death descend On her my soul holds dear; And those that o'er her pillow bend, My fainting heart shall not despair, Yet happier they, who call'd to rest, Then sink into the tomb For them the Spring's gay buds appear, And tho' they part with fond regret, |