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Driven from beneath yon humble roof,
The social virtues stand aloof;

Nor tale, nor friendly jibe, nor joke,
The circling smile or laugh provoke !
Less bright the purple heath-flowers bloom;
Less fragrant far their rich perfume;
Less fresh the breeze, the rill less clear;
Less fair yon azure skies appear;

All these have lost their wonted zest;-
They speak of pleasures once possest!

Yet though deny'd by Heav'n once more
Το
prove that bliss here felt before,
Still APEDALE, still, while life shall last,
I'll prize thee for th' enjoyments past!
As musing in some lonely bower,
I pass the melancholy hour,
While rising sighs my bosom swell,
Too faithful Memory oft shall tell—
Though from thy scenery far remov'd-
What blissful moments there I've prov'd!
And still the muse in numbers meet,
This useful lesson shall repeat ;-
"The studious, well-directed mind,
"A bliss as exquisite may find,

Though midst a seeming desart plac'd, "As courts or cities ever taste."

THE RURAL MORALIST.

THEODORE, in the works of creation well vers'd, Many plants and their habitudes knew ;

And as oft he their nature and virtues rehears'd, Some sage lesson the moralist drew:

"Let not mortals, (he cried) the instruction disdain, "That these lovely productions supply;

"For our use, our example, they decorate the plain;

"Tis for man they bud, blossom, and die!

"O'er the loam-fields of Kent, their green heads to the day

"A vegetive phalanx uprear;

"There shortly, matur'd by the sun's genial ray, "Shall the Hop's silver floscules appear.

"And see! round yon poles, firmly fixed in the "ground,

"How each plant's spiral tendons entwine! "Thus the Oak by the Ivy encircled is found,

"And the broad spreading Elm by the Vine!

"But if from yon branches that, waving in air,
"O'er the Hoplands adjacent extend,
"The embrace of the fugitive claspers to share,
"A like pole, fitly plac'd, you suspend;

"Peradventure awhile the young shoots may, "indeed,

"Its assistance apparently court;

"But they soon, as if highly disdainful, recede, "From the false and unstable support!

"Shall a plant to which Nature has reason "deny'd,

"Such an instance of prudence display, "While the Lords of creation, the vassals of " pride,

"With indifference the lesson survey?

"To the world's feeble succours, that quickly "must fly,

"Be no longer your confidence giv'n!

"But, convinced how delusive the aid they supply,

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Fix your hopes and affections on Heav'n!"

AN EPITAPH,

PLACED OVER THE BODIES OF THREE AMIABLE CHILDREN, WHO DIED IN THEIR INFANCY.

A MOMENT, passenger, here cast thine eye; Beneath this stone three lovely children lie! Heav'n, in the bud, the fragrant blossoms view'd, With graces fit for purer climes endu❜d;

And deemed the world unworthy of their
charms,

So called them hence to their Redeemer's arms.
Swift at the mandate of the King of Kings,
Attendant angels spread their golden wings,
And bore, with hymns of joy, their souls away
To the bright regions of eternal day.
Drop for these babes no tear, nor dare to
grieve;

Repent! thy Saviour's offered grace receive!
Soon thou with them in endless bliss must

reign,

Or be condemned to ever-during pain!

TO CARE.

THOU Scourge of mortals, earth-born CARE,
Whose looks, that vengeful tidings lour,
And haggard mien, and restless air,
Too truly indicate thy pow'r:
Thine arrows rankling in his breast,
Man's choicest blessings oft destroy;

To life impart a loathsome zest,

And poison every source of joy!

Scar'd by thy frowns, no more the Muse The Poet's lonely moments cheers; With half-averted face she views

The heaving breast, the trickling tears! From where thy vulture-train reside, She and her handmaid Fancy flee; Nor will the heav'n-born pair divide The empire of the mind with thee!

E'en Sleep, that o'er the weary soul
Delights her opiate dews to shed,
Her poppies drops at thy controul,

And flies the care-worn wretch's bed;

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