English

Phillis , I a Plot discover!
You have taken a new Lover:
For his Comfort I can tell,
Let him use you ne'er so well,
You will change him for another.

My Birth-day is it? Take a kiss,
Thou junior of my line;
The thirteenth! yes, by George it is;
And I am fifty-nine.

Come hither, Boy, and let us dream
Of birth-days long gone by;
Cloudless and merry many seem,
And some that make me sigh.

My first was stormy, wind North-west
The gathering snow-drifts piled;
But cosy was the Mother's breast,
Where lay the new-born child.

And ever kind and ever true
That Mother was to me,
As yours has ever been to you,
And will for ever be.

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,

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 .