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Nor fear the mighty shaft will feebler prove
For the fair capital that flowers above !—
If yet, releas'd from all that vulgar throng,
So vain of dulness and so pleas'd with wrong,
Who hourly teach her, like themselves, to hide
Folly in froth, and barrenness in pride,
She yet can rise, can wreathe the attic charms
Of soft refinement round the pomp of arms,

And see her poets flash the fires of
song,
To light her warriors' thunderbolts along!
It is to you, to souls that favouring heaven
Has made like yours, the glorious task is given-
Oh! but for such, Columbia's days were done;
Rank without ripeness, quicken'd without sun,
Crude at the surface, rotten at the core,

Her fruits would fall, before her spring were o'er !

Believe me, SPENCER, while I wing'd the hours Where Schuylkill undulates through banks of flowers,

Though few the days, the happy evenings few,
So warm with heart, so rich with mind they flew,
That my full soul forgot its wish to roam,.

And rested there, as in a dream of home!

And looks I met, like looks I lov'd before,
And voices too, which as they trembled o'er
The chord of memory, found full many a tone
Of kindness there in concord with their own!
Oh! we had nights of that communion free,
That flush of heart, which I have known with thee
So oft, so warmly; nights of mirth and mind,
Of whims that taught and follies that refin'd!
When shall we both renew them? when, restor❜d
To the pure feast and intellectual board,

Shall I once more enjoy with thee and thine
Those whims that teach, those follies that refine ?
Even now, as, wandering upon Erie's shore,
I hear Niagara's distant cataract roar,
I sigh for England-oh! these weary feet
Have many a mile to journey, ere we meet!

Ω ΠΑΤΡΙΣ, ΩΣ ΣΟΥ ΚΑΡΤΑ ΝΥΝ ΜΝΕΙΑΝ ΕΧΩ.

Euripides.

A WARNING.

TO

OH! fair as heaven and chaste as light!
Did nature mould thee all so bright,
That thou shouldst ever learn to weep
O'er languid virtue's fatal sleep,
O'er shame extinguish'd, honour fled,
Peace lost, heart wither'd, feeling dead?

No, no! a star was born with thee,
Which sheds eternal purity!

Thou hast, within those sainted eyes,

So fair a transcript of the skies,
In lines of fire such heavenly lore,

That man should read them and adore!

Yet have I known a gentle maid

Whose early charms were just array'd

In nature's loveliness like thine,
And wore that clear, celestial sign,

Which seems to mark the brow that's fair

For destiny's peculiar care!

Whose bosom too was once a zone,

Where the bright gem of virtue shone ;

Whose eyes were talismans of fire

Against the spell of man's desire !

Yet, hapless girl, in one sad hour,

Her charms have shed their radiant flower; The has been beguil❜d away ;

gem

Her eyes have lost their chastening ray;

The simple fear, the guiltless shame,
The smiles that from reflection came,

All, all have fled, and left her mind
A faded monument behind!

Like some wave-beaten, mouldering stone,
To memory rais'd by hands unknown,
Which, many a wintry hour, has stood
Beside the ford of Tyra's flood,
To tell the traveller, as he crost,

That there some loved friend was lost!
Oh! 'twas a sight I wept to see-

Heaven keep the lost-one's fate from thee!

TO

"Tis time, I feel, to leave thee now,
While yet my soul is something free;
While yet those dangerous eyes allow
One moment's thought to stray from thee!

Oh! thou art every instant dearer

Every chance that brings me nigh thee,

Brings my ruin nearer, nearer,

I am lost, unless I fly thee!

Nay, if thou dost not scorn and hate me,

Wish me not so soon to fall,

Duties, fame and hopes await me,

Oh! that eye

would blast them all!

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