TO PHILENIA, ON A STANZA, IN HER ADDRESS TO MYRA .

Thy " bosom bankrupt! " — fair Peru divine
Of every mental gem, that e'er has shone,
In dazzled Fancy's intellectual mine,
Or ever spangled Virtue's radiant zone.

Thy " bosom bankrupt! " — Nature, sooner far,
Shall roll, exhausted, flowerless springs away;
Leave the broad eye of noon, without a ray,
And strip the path to heaven of every star.

Thy " bosom bankrupt! " — Ah, those sorrows cease,
Which taught us, how to weep, and how admire;
The tear, that falls to soothe thy wounded peace,
With rapture glistens o'er thy matchless lyre.
Ind and Golconda, in one firm combined,
Shall sooner bankrupt, than Philenia's mind.