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; With charity, to deeply feel 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. Ан, 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, 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, For them the Spring's gay buds appear, And Summer paints the flow'r; They fall, ere Autumn's leaf is sear, Or wintry tempests low'r. And tho' they part with fond regret, The broken heart may heave a sigh, E'en while it bows to heav'n; And if a tear bedew my eye, That tear shall be forgiven. THE WORN-OUT TAR. "Navita de ventis, de taurus narrat arrator, THE ship was now in sight of land, And crowds from shore with joy did hail her, The happy hour was nigh at hand When each sweet lass would see her sailor : How gallantly she ploughs her way! To England's shores returning back; And ev'ry heart is light and gay, Except the heart of honest Jack. From hardy youth to vig'rous age, With sturdy arm he stemm'd the wave; And in the battle's hottest rage He fought, the bravest midst the brave: And many a bitter sigh he gave, And scarce suppress'd the starting tear; He wish'd the sea had prov'd his grave, Some shot had clos'd his long career. For he was old, his frame was worn, His cheek had lost its manly hue; |