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THE rose had been wash'd.just wash'd in a show*
Which Mary to Anna convey'd, The plentiful moisture encumber'd the flower,
And weigh'd down its beautiful head. The cup was all fill'd, and the leaves were all wet,
And it seem'd, to a fanciful view,
On the flourishing bush where it grew. I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd;
And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas!I soapp'd it, it fell to the ground. And such, I exclaim'd, is the pitiless part
Some act by the delicate mind.
Already to sorrow resign'd. This elegant rose, had I shaken it less,
Might have bloom'd with its owner awhile; And the tear, that is wiped with a little address, May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.
REASONING at every step he treads,
Man yet mistakes his way,
No time shall disengage,
And constancy sincere,
Shall ne'er be felt by me,
When lightnings flash among the trees,
Or kites are hovering near,
VII. 'Tis then I feel myself a wife, And press thy wedded side, Resolved a union form'd for life Death never shall divide. VIII. But oh! if fickle and unchaste, (Forgive a transient thought) Thou could become unkind at last, And scorn thy present lot, IX. No need of lightnings from on high, Or kites with cruel beak; Denied the endearments of thine eye, This widow'd heart would break. X. Thus sang the sweet sequester'd bird, Soft as the passing wind; And I recorded what I heard, A lesson for mankind.
A RAVEN, while with glossy breast
Htr new-laid eggs she fondly press'd, And, on her wicker-work high mounted,
Her chickens prematurely counted,
(A fault philosophers might blame If quite exempted from the same,) Enjoy'd at ease the genial day;
Twas April, as the bumpkins say, The legislature call'd it May.
Rot snddenly a wind as high, As ever swept a winter sky, Shook the young leaves about her ears, And iill'd her with a thousand fears, Lest the rude blast should snap the bough, And spread her golden hopes below. But just at eve the blowing weather And all her fears were hush'd together: And now, quoth poor unthinking Ralph,
lis over, and the brood is safe;(For ravens, though as birds of omen They teach both conjurers and old women To tell us what is to befall, Can't prophesy themselves at all.) The morning came, when neighbour Hodge, Who long had mark'd her airy lodge, And destined all the treasure there A gift to his expecting fair, Climb'd like a squirrel to his dray, And bore the worthless prize away.
Tia Providence alone secures, In every change, both mine and youta: