May Heaven its choicest influence shed,

Cherub, on thee! O may it spread

With flowers the path which thou may'st tread,
Ev'n to the tomb;

And virtue's laurel, on thy head,

For ever bloom.

Whilst thus for thee the anxious prayer
To Heaven is raised, that it may spare

Thy youthful heart from every snare,

Of weal, or woe,

O cherish for this guardian care

A grateful glow.

Thy filial love my life shall cheer,

And o'er my dark funereal bier,

Say, wilt thou drop the bitter tear,

Vain though it be!

To all I wish my memory dear,

But most to thee.

AN

EMBLEM OF INDUSTRY.

Go, learn from yonder tribe of bees
The way to affluence and ease;
In summer, with unwearied care,
For dreary winter they prepare;
Their honey cull from every flower,
And husband well each fleeting hour;

Stores to provide which food shall yield

When dies the flower, and droops the field.

Learn hence, ye youths, whilst in your prime, Well to improve important time,

Remember it flies swiftly on,

And, once elapsed, is ever gone:
Engrave instruction on your mind,
Let wisdom's paths your presence find,
That so, when youth has fled away,
Old age may smile in its decay.

ON AN OAK.

MARK yon Oak, and note its birth,

Hardy, vigorous, noble tree,

Rooted to thy parent earth

Long ere I began to be.

When within the mouldering tomb

Cold, and senseless, I am laid,

Fresh and verdant thou shalt bloom, Proudly to the tempest spread.

But, when time has wither'd thee,
And thou art sinking to decay,

Then may the germ that lives in me
Flourish in eternal day.

то

JOHN HOPPNER, Esq. R. A.

ON

OBSERVING ALL HIS PICTURES IN THE EXHIBITION OF 1803 TO BE PORTRAITS.

HOPPNER, I mark the progress of thy mind,
And would to nobler ends direct thy power:
Thy magic pencil never was design'd

To immortalize the insects of an hour.

The page of history open to thy view,
Displays the noblest passions of the soul.-
Dare with undaunted energy pursue,
Nor suffer aught thy ardour to controul.

Go, bid thy colours tell to distant day
Of Acre's well-fought fields, or Egypt's plains;
Where British valour shone with noon-tide ray,
And well demands each muse's grateful strains.
So unborn ages shall record thy name
Coeval with thy country's well-earn'd fame.

WRITTEN FOR THE

LOYAL SOUTHWARK VOLUNTEERS,

1803.

HARK! the threats of Invaders resound through the air,
See! a vengeful and menacing foe-

Already the Warriors for conquest prepare,
Our Riches, our Beauty, already they share,
Our Cities and Commerce lie low:

But conquest and plunder, by Britons withstood,
Shall sink with the boasters in waves;

Or the soil which our Forefathers nurtured in blood
Shall drink from our bosoms the rich vital flood,
Ere Britons submit to be slaves-

No! it never shall be,-to a man will we rise

Round the King whom we love and admire;

See the phalanx we form all danger despise,

And, with hand lifted high, we make oath to the skies, To succeed in this cause, or expire.