HYMN TO THE EVENING. E'ER the sun's declining ray Has left yon distant sky, And e'er the parting streak of day Come, modest Ev'ning, kindly spread Thy dusk-ensabled vest, And teach reflective thought to spread O lift the mind to bless the pow'r, Insructive, tell the pomp of state, The pride of mighty blood, That none are ever truly great, That are not truly good. To all one admonition give, Unfearful of reply, That he alone deserves to live, Who best prepares to die. Anonymous. A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS. TO A LADY. You bid a penny for my thoughts, I think you are a charming lass, I think you have a form and mind I think your breast was not design'd I think no love can ever last Which does not meet return; I think love's fire a sudden blast, Where souls don't equal burn. I think true happiness depends I think who trusts to other ends, I think you temp'rate, chaste, and true, Mild, cleanly, and discreet; I think those virtues meet in you, Which make e'en bondage sweet. I think of you whene'er I think, I sometimes think I may be bless'd, London Magazine. SONG. WHEN fortune reigns in splendid pride, Oh, love! how few resort to thine. Yet when of fortune's smile possess'd, But love's pure joys unsullied last, Sigh to regain the moments past, Peter Pindar. L SONG. AWAY, let nought to love displeasing, What, tho' no grants of royal donors What, tho' from fortune's lavish bounty No mighty treasures we possess, We'll find within our pittance plenty, And be content without excess. Still shall each kind returning season For we will live a life of reason, Our name, whilst virtue thus we tender, Shall sweetly sound where'er 'tis spoke, And all the great ones much shall wonder How they admire such little folk. Thro' youth and age, in love excelling, Sweet smiling peace shall grace our dwelling, How should I love the pretty creatures, And when, with envy, time transported Cooper's Letters on Taste. ON CENSURE. YE E wise, instruct me to endure An evil, which admits no cure: Or how this evil can be borne, Which breeds at once both hate and scorn. When you are try'd in scandal's court. |