As 'midst the stars the cheering lamp of light,
In heav'n's high concave eminently bright,
First tips the mountains with a golden ray,
Then gradual streams effulgency of day,
Till more serenely, with a mild decline,
Regretted sinks, in other worlds to shine:
Thus from the world, an age of honour past,
Pride of the present, glory of the last,
Retir'd great U XBRIDGE to the blest abode,
To live for ever with the Saints of God;
There in celestial lustre to appear,
And share the wages of his labours here.

( " Tandis que l'etoile inodore. " )

While bright but scentless azure stars
Be-gem the golden corn,
And spangle with their skyey tint
The furrows not yet shorn;
While still the pure white tufts of May
Are each a snowy ball, —
Away, ye merry maids, and haste
To gather ere they fall!

Nowhere the sun of Spain outshines
Upon a fairer plain
Than Penafiel's, or bestows

Forgive me, Maiden, if a word of mine,
One idle word has caused a moment's pain,
And take this hasty, penitential line
In pledge your friend will ne'er offend again.

Perhaps, the sweet familiar name you wear,
Prompted a brother's free and careless tone,
Perhaps, presuming on the love you bear
To one who from my childhood I have known,

I chafed your spirit with a thoughtless jest,
And made you sad when most I wish'd you gay,
And scarcely felt how much my words express'd,
Till more was said than e'er I meant to say.

Corinna dies for Grief ; but still
She frets , her Weeds are made so ill.

Farewell! my Brother, since 'tis so—
Our hearts must bend to Fate's decree;
But, when to brighter shores you go,
And sunnier climes—still think of me.

When tost upon the stormy wave,
Or when 'neath spreading Palms you roam,
Recall the kiss your Sister gave,
And let it turn your thoughts to Home.

Where swiftly flew our childhood's hours,
When side by side we fondly strayed,
And culled Acadia's simple flowers,
Or, on the greensward, thoughtless played.

Where oft you've lain upon this breast,

Come, throw your idle Rhimes away!
Get something for a rainy Day .
Alas! my Friend , bid T-l-nd pray;
Teach Cork to sink , or Time to stay!

If, on the page where Beauty's gaze
A new attraction still discovers
In Friendship's dearly valued praise,
Or tributes from more ardent Lovers;

A Stranger, dare a thought to trace,
A hasty stanza rudely wreathe,
Before he leaves thy dwelling place,
For thee, fair Jane, a prayer he'll breathe.

He will not praise the youthful form
Where health is blent with fairy lightness,
Nor linger, with a verse too warm,
Upon that eye's unclouded brightness:

The lip, like some sweet instrument,

O Love! what Pains do I endure?
Have Patience, Swain , they'll soon be pass'd,
Your very Passion bring its Cure ,
Since all Philosophers assure,
Nothing that's violent , can last .

It is said in the Scripture, who weds will do well,
But who does not is certain of bliss;
Yet believe me, dear Ann, if the truth I must tell,
You will gain very little by this.

You have spread every lure and left nothing untried,
A helpmate to gain it is true;
And although no fond partner reclines by your side,
Living single's no Virtue in you.

It is said in the Scripture, who weds will do well,
But who does not is certain of bliss;
Yet believe me, dear Ann, if the truth I must tell,
You will gain very little by this.

Daphne , you'd fain be cross and rude ,
And pass in earnest for a Prude ;
Still calling on the Pow'rs above,
To hinder you, from what you love .
Fond Self-Tormentor , 'tis in vain!
You was not born for Virtue 's Chain!
Your heaving Breast too well reveals
The Struggle which poor Honour feels.
So ill you act th' affected Part,
With so much Truth , so little Art ,
That 'tis meer Folly , to delay
What you must grant another Day.