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Either his gratitude shall hold him faft,
Oh barbarous! wouldeft thou with a Gothic hand Pull down the schools-what-all the schools i'th'
Unless the world were all prepared to embrace
TO THE REV. MR. NEWTON.
AN INVITATION INTO THE COUNTRY.
Compose their useless wing,
The wildeft wind that blows,
The gloomy scene surveys;
Bids me and Mary mourn;
And whispers your return.
Then April, with her fifter May,
Shall chase him from the bowers, And weave fresh garlands every day, To crown the smiling hours,
VI, And, if a tear, that speaks regret
Of happier times, appear, A glimpse of joy, that we have met,
Shall Chine and dry the tear.
ADDRESSED TO MISS STAPLETON.
(NOW MRS. COURTNEY.)
She came-she is gone-we have met
And meet perhaps never again ; The fun of that moment is fet,
And seems to have risen in vain. Catharina has Aed like a dream
(So vanishes pleasure, alas !) But has left a regret and efteem,
That will not so suddenly pass.
The last evening ramble we made,
Catharina, Maria, and I,
By the nightingale warbling nigh.
And much she was charmed with a tone Lefs sweet to Maria and me,
Who had witnefled fo lately her own.