I am to have him ;—so my friends decided; That pert thing, Ellen, thought she could secure him,— The cakes are ordered ;-how my lips will falter Enough of prologues; surely I should say JANUARY 19, 1830. ON PITY. SWEET is it to the warrior's ear To mark the clamorous battle But sweeter far the crystal tear cry, That falls from Pity's moistened eye; And savage is the cruel beast That prowls round Gondar's lofty tower, But harder far that human breast That ne'er has felt soft Pity's power. But see, with ostentatious sneer Will Laura precious gifts bestow; Emilia often sheds the tear, But Affectation bids it flow. These do not own compassion's reign; Whene'er the poor, worn out with woe, Oppressed with trouble, years, and grief, From breasts which feel compassion's glow Solicit mild the kind relief, VOL. II. R Then Laura opes her ready hand, To soothe the pangs of poverty. Gold can but present help afford; A bliss which never will decay. Th' unfeeling heart will never know: It is the only earthly bliss Which is not mixed with earthly woe. 1315. |