Never, never reptile thief Riot on thy virgin leaf! Nor even Sol too fiercely view Thy bofom blufhing ftill with dew! Mayft thou long, fweet crimfon gem, And refign to Parent Earth The loveliest form the e'er gave birth. VOL. II. P SONG. SÒN G. ANNA, thy charms my bosom fire, And waste my foul with care; But ah! how bootlefs to admire, Yet in thy prefence, lovely Fair, For fure 'twere impious to despair So much in fight of Heav'n. Of On reading, in a NEWSPAPER, the DEATH of JM'L, ESQ. BROTHER to a YOUNG LADY, a particular FRIEND of the AUTHOR'S. SAD thy tale, thou idle page, Death tears the brother of her love From Ifabella's arms. Sweetly deckt with pearly dew The morning rofe may blow; But cold fucceffive noontide blasts Fair on Ifabella's morn The fun propitious fmil'd; But, long ere noon, fucceeding clouds Fate oft tears the bofom chords Dread Omnipotence, alone, Can heal the wound He gave ; Virtue's bloffoms there fhall blow, There Ifabella's spotless worth Shall happy be at last THE |