LUCINDA.

STOP, brother, stop, enough's already said;
Prithee, be tender of a helpless maid.

Besides, the world, as you have felt her power, May say, the disappointment makes you sour. You us'd to blush at mention of her name; The dullest eye might read your latent flame; You wove her name in many a tender rhyme; To her caprice you sacrific'd your time;

Nay more than time, your honour and your ease; When ballanc'd with her pleasure, what were these?

Provok'd beyond endurance, you revile,

And swear she shall no more your peace beguile :
She with a smile her wanderer could recall,
And toss you back and forward, like a ball.

PHILANDER.

BUT Frances no such sacrifice requires;
My honour and my interest she desires.
Yet I to that capricious beauty owe

That I the worth of charming Frances know:
When wounded by her proud companion's scorn,
And insolence, that scarcely could be borne,

Her undesigning goodness strove to heal
The bitter anguish, I could ill conceal;
I in her easy converse often sought,

And found, a refuge from tormenting thought;
At last from Mila's galling slavery free,

My Frances now is every thing to me.

LOVE'S CONFLICT WITH REASON.

WHATE ER's respectful, just or tender,All that's liberal and refin'd,

Bids my beating heart surrender

To the charms of such a mind.

Let merit have its well-earn'd tribute; Wisdom ought to bear the sway:

Prudence must not this prohibit;

'Tis a debt I love to pay.

Ev'n a transient conversation

As a blessing let me prize;

A rich fund for meditation,

To make me happier and more wise.

Can I keep the happy medium, Taste the bliss yet shun the woe!

Yet his eyes, if right I read them, Tell a tale I long to know..

This I fear is a delusion;

What we wish we fancy true;

Oh! I'm cover'd with confusion! That's a thought I can't pursue. Wherefore should I sigh or languish! Why indulge a hope that's vain! Why lay up a store for anguish! Love, and not be lov'd again.

'Twas the precious emanations

Of a more than common mind,
First inspir'd these sweet sensations:
Must they be so soon resign'd!

Earth thy most exalted pleasure

Often opes a door to pain!

Then, my soul, pursue that treasure, Which forever shall remain..

OCCASIONED BY THE UNEXPECTED SERENITY

OF THE MORNING,

SEE! my Serenia, 'twas a strange mistake; Imagination conjured up the storm.

All is serene! Th' unclouded sun breaks forth
Shedding a golden radiance o'er the plain-
My gentle sister, we may range abroad
And hail the balmy fragrance of the morn.
Come let us wander o'er the dewy lawn
And lose ourselves among the sweets of nature.
But thou art lost in thought! Thy tender heart
Is fondly wandering from the present scene
In quest of thy lov'd Mitio

Or is it busied making fond inquiries
Where is he now? or how is he employ'd?
Celestial guardians, hover round my love,
Preserve him both in person and in mind,
Infuse pure thoughts into his gentle heart,
And tune his soul to virtue, peace and joy,

I know the pious breathings of thy soul, I know what most for Mitio thou desir'st. O may thy prayers and thou acceptance find Through man's prevailing advocate in heaven, And draw down blessings on thy husband's head, And on the precious boy whose infant smiles Endear, the recollection of his sire, Sostening the pangs of necessary absence.

Hark! how th' aerial choristers pour forth Their morning song, mingling their various notes In pleasing concert

'Tis wild, indeed, but then 'tis sweetly wild,
No jarring, no discordance in the sound.
See, how they spread their variegated plumes,
And raise their little heads with conscious joy!
O wide-spread happiness! O bounteous God!
There is no chasm in thy vast creation;
All, all is animated, all is fill'd

With creatures suited to their various ranks,
All springing from, and all sustain❜d by thee.
What permanent felicity must flow

From union and communion with a being

So full, so perfect, so but words are poor; What can I say?So every thing, a-GOD!