Yet, by his ear directed, guessed At length a voice which well he knew, Consoled him and dispelled his fears: 85 90 For 'tis a truth well known to most, 95 That whatsoever thing is lost, We seek it, ere it come to light, In every cranny but the right. Forth skipped the cat, not now replete 100 Nor in her own fond apprehension A theme for all the world's attention MORAL. Beware of too sublime a sense 105 ΙΙΟ 115 EPITAPH ON A FREE BUT TAME REDBREAST, A FAVOURITE OF MISS SALLY HURDIS. THESE are not dewdrops, these are tears, And tears by Sally shed, For absent Robin, who she fears, With too much cause, is dead. One morn he came not to her hand Alarmed, she called him, and perplexed She therefore raised him here a tomb, 5 ΙΟ None knows, so secret was his doom, 15 Had half a score of coxcombs died In social Robin's stead, Poor Sally's tears had soon been dried, Or haply never shed. But Bob was neither rudely bold Nor spiritlessly tame; Nor was, like theirs, his bosom cold, But always in a flame. 20 TO MRS. UNWIN. MARY! I want a lyre with other strings, Such aid from Heaven as some have feigned they drew, That, ere through age or woe I shed my wings, And, since thou ownest that praise, I spare thee mine. A TALE. IN Scotland's realm, where trees are few, Nor even shrubs abound; But where, however bleak the view, Some better things are found. 5 ΤΟ For husband there and wife may boast 5 Their union undefiled, And false ones are as rare almost As hedgerows in the wild. In Scotland's realm, forlorn and bare, This history chanced of late— This history of a wedded pair, A chaffinch and his mate. ΤΟ The spring drew near, each felt a breast They paired, and would have built a nest, The heaths uncovered and the moors Except with snow and sleet, Sea-beaten rocks and naked shores Could yield them no retreat. Long-time a breeding-place they sought, Till both grew vexed and tired; At length a ship arriving brought 15 20 A ship!-Could such a restless thing 25 Afford them place of rest? Or was the merchant charged to bring |