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That poorly satisfy our eyes
You common people of the skies,
That warble forth dame Nature's lays,
By your weak accents, what's your praise
3 Ye violets that first appear,
By your pure purple mantles known,
As if the spring was all your own,
In sweetness of her looks and mind,
Tell me if she was not design'd
THE HAPPY PAIR.
FROM THE GOSSIP's story.
BY MRS. WEST.
1 Go, daughters of fashion, for pleasure, repinc, The joys ye pursue are not equal to mine; The humours of thousands for your's must agree, Mine center in Henry, and Henry's in me.
2 The rose thrice hath bloom’d on the chaplet of
May, Since I bow'd at the altar, and yow'd to obey; Talk not of restrictions, the band I approve, 'Tis sanction'd by reason, religion, and love.
3 Gay carols the lark as we rise in the morn, And at evening the blackbird chaunts sweet on
the thorn, We join in the concert, why should we refrain? Our hearts are as grateful, as lively our strain.
7 Our boy on my bosom I cherish with pride, He calls to those duties we gladly divide; May he live when our limit of being is done, And our names and our virtues survive in our son.
O'er the mountains he's away,
May his hours be blythe and gay.
E’er his winding way oppose,
May no will-a-wisp mislead;
Sweet refreshing sleep succeed.
Forc'd so far, so long to roam,
3 Her thoughts are with him where he strays,
Go where he will, she'll swift pursue, O'er dreary heaths, or peopled ways,
She'll have his image still in view.And when her Johnny comes to rest,
And counts his tedious travels o'er, She'll clasp him to her faithful breast,
He's come to leave his love no more.
BY GEORGE WITHER.
More sweet or bitter be,
The dearest Friendship grows; But, if, betwixt them, strife arise, They prove the greatest foes.
3 Lord! rectify our hearts, therefore,
And sanctify them so,