Where Love a crown of thornless Roses wears, Scenes of my Hope! the aching eye ye leave Like yon bright hues that paint the clouds of eve! Tearful and saddening with the saddened blaze Mine eye the gleam pursues with wistful gaze: Sees shades on shades with deeper tint impend, Till chill and damp the moonless night descend. THE ROSE. As late each flower that sweetest blows I plucked, the Garden's pride! Within the petals of a Rose A sleeping Love I spied. Around his brows a beamy wreath All purple glowed his cheek, beneath, I softly seized the unguarded Power, And placed him, caged within the flower, But when unweeting of the guile Awoke the prisoner sweet, He struggled to escape awhile And stamped his faery feet. Ah! soon the soul-entrancing sight Subdued the impatient boy! He gazed! he thrilled with deep delight! Then clapped his wings for joy. "And O!" he cried-" of magic kind What charms this Throne endear! Some other Love let Venus find I'll fix my empire here." THE KISS. ONE kiss, dear maid! I said and sighed― Your scorn the little boon denied. Ah why refuse the blameless bliss ? Can danger lurk within a kiss? Yon viewless Wanderer of the vale, At Morning's break, at Evening's close And hovers o'er the uninjured Bloom Vigour to the Zephyr's wing Bashful lo! she bends her head, Too well those lovely lips disclose And tempts with feigned dissuasion coy TO A YOUNG ASS. ITS MOTHER BEING TETHERED NEAR IT. 'POOR little Foal of an oppressed Race! Meek Child of Misery! thy future fate? The starving meal, and all the thousand aches Chained to a Log within a narrow spot, Where the close-eaten Grass is scarcely seen, How askingly its footsteps hither bend, It seems to say, "And have I then one Friend?" Innocent Foal! thou poor despised Forlorn! 44 I hail thee Brother-spite of the fool's scorn! Where Toil shall call the charmer Health his bride, And Laughter tickle Plenty's ribless side! HAPPINESS. ON wide, or narrow scale shall Man I bid each humble wish expand, And fair and bright Life's prospects seem, While Emulation stands me nigh The Goddess of the eager eye. |