When Twilight stole across the fading vale, As when the savage, who his drowsy frame The skyey deluge, and white lightning's glare- Dear native brook! like Peace, so placidly Scenes of my Hope! the aching eye you leave Like yon bright hues that paint the clouds of eve! Tearful and saddening with the saddened blaze Mine eye the gleam pursues with wistful gaze: Sees shades on shades with deeper tint impend, Till chill and damp the moonless night descend. THE ROSE As late each flower that sweetest blows I plucked, the Garden's pride! Within the petals of a Rose A sleeping Love I spied. Around his brows a beamy wreath All purple glowed his cheek, beneath, I softly seized the unguarded Power, And placed him, caged within the flower, On spotless Sara's breast. But when unweeting of the guile Awoke the prisoner sweet, He struggled to escape awhile And stamped his faery feet. Ah! soon the soul-entrancing sight He gazed! he thrilled with deep delight! "And O!" he cried—" of magic kind I'll fix my empire here." THE KISS. ONE kiss, dear maid! I said and sighed Her nectar-breathing Kisses fling; Too well those lovely lips disclose TO A YOUNG ASS. ITS MOTHER BEING TETHERED NEAR IT. Poor little Foal of an oppressed Race! But what thy dulled Spirits hath dismayed, Meek Child of Misery! thy future fate? The starving meal, and all the thousand aches Chained to a Log within a narrow spot, For much I fear me that He lives like thee, How askingly its footsteps hither bend, It seems to say, "And have I then one Friend?" Where Toil shall call the charmer Health his bride, How thou wouldst toss thy heels in gamesome play, HAPPINESS. ON wide, or narrow scale shall Man 46 Or upwards dart with soaring force, And fair and bright Life's prospects seem, With foot advanc'd and anxious heart At low Pride's frequent frowns to sigh, Pale Disappointment hangs her head O'er darling Expectation dead! "The scene is changed and Fortune's gale Shall belly out each prosperous sail. Yet sudden wealth full well I know Did never Happiness bestow. That wealth, to which we were not born Dooms us to sorrow or to scorn. Behold yon flock which long had trod Deform'd and chok'd they burst and die. "When Luxury opens And smiling woos thee to those charms, |