Why should a heart so tender break?
O Mira! give its anguish ease:
The use of beauty you mistake,
Not meant to vex but please.

Those lips for smiling were design'd,
That bosom to be prest;
Your eyes to languish and look kind,
For am'rous arms your waist.

Each thing has its appointed right
Establish'd by the pow'rs above;
The sun to give us warmth and light,
Mira to kindle love.

From golden morn till dewy eve,
When the sky gleams bright and red,
With many a strong and sturdy stroke,
I labor for my bread.
No sickly fits nor ills I dread,
My chest is deep and broad,
And though I work the live-long day,
I rise and thank my God.

No lily hue is on my brow,
No rings on my hard hand,
I wield the axe, I drive the plow;
Or when war shrouds the land,
I seize my father's well-tried blade,
And that for Freedom's sod
It is my glorious right to bleed,
I rise and thank my God.

Right humbly, fair Cuz! in these presents, is shown,
By your kinsman most loving , tho' poor and unknown ,
That, since all your delight is in bounding and prancing ,
I have wings , at my back , that might help your advancing
Therefore, pray, tell your owner , who loves to aspire ,
He must cherish our stud , if he means to ride higher :
'Tis the gift of our breed , and the task of our calling ,
Both, to bear men aloft , and to keep 'em, from falling:
All the plates , which his bounty , bestows, on you racers ,

I

" Answer, thou that from the height
Look'st to left, and look'st to right;
Answer thou, how goes the fight? "

II

Thus spake King Brian, by his teht,
Kneeling with sceptred hands that leant
Upon that altar which, where'er
He marched, kept pure his path with prayer
For, after all his triumphs past
That made him wondrous 'mid his peers,
On the blind king God's will had cast
The burden of his fourscore years:
And therefore when that morn, at nine,

Sir Alexander Acland-Hood
Believed in Free Food:
But he was Eleusinian
About this opinion.

In the whim of the moment.

Tis said we venturous die-hards, when we leave the shore,
Our friends should mourn,
Left we return
To bless their sight no more:
But this is all a notion
Bold Jack can't understand,
Some die upon the ocean,
And some on the land:

Then since 'tis clear,
Howe'er we steer,
No man's life's under his command,
Let tempests howl,
And billows roll,
And dangers press:
Of those in spight, there are some joys
Us jolly tars to bless,
For Saturday night still comes my boys,

(The Angel speaks)

" That thou sought'st
Shall not lack consummation. Many a race,
Shrivelling in sunshine of its prosperous years,
Shall cease from faith, and, shamed though shameless, sink
Back to its native clay; but over thine
God shall extend the shadow of His hand,
And through the night of centuries teach to her
In woe that song which, when the nations wake,
Shall sound their glad deliverance; nor alone
This nation, from the blind dividual dust
Of instincts brute, thoughts driftless, warring wills,

Poets misled by fondness for their own,
Think, the same fondness actuates the town:
Like the charm'd parent, that its child surveys,
And wonders, any, with less joy , can gaze:
Till better taught , both see their weakness , plain,
And, by their former joy , now, weigh their pain .

C ONVINC'D of this , (e'er an example made)
Our bard , by no self-love will be betray'd:
To your free judgments, he submits his cause ,
And asks, from what you feel yourselves , applause,
Yet, from your justice , dares this hope maintain,

IN TOM THUMB .

The younker, who his first essay
 Makes in the front of battle,
Stinds all aghaft, while cohorns play,
 And bullets round him rattle.
But pride steps in, and now no more
 Fell fear his jav'lin lances,
Like dulcet flutes the cannons roar,
 And groans turn country dances.

II.

So frights, and flurries, and what not,
 Upon my fancy rushes,
I fear I know not why or what,
 I'm cover'd o'er with blushes.

Love thy God, and love Him only:
And thy breast will ne'er be lonely.
In that one great Spirit meet
All things mighty, grave and sweet.
Vainly strives the soul to mingle
With a creature of our kind:
Vainly hearts with hearts are twined;
For the deepest still is single.
An impalpable resistance
Holds like natures still at distance.
Mortal! love that Holy One!
Or dwell for aye alone.