Our Duke and Duchess open wide their Hall, And bid you warmly welcome, one and all, Who come with hearts of kindness, eyes of light, To see, and share, their Honeymoon to-night. (JANUARY 19, 1830.) ON PITY. SWEET is it to the warrior's ear That falls from Pity's moistened eye; 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 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, Then Laura opes her ready hand, The tear bedews Emilia's eye; Sophia quits the selfish band 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. (1815.) ON THE DEPARTURE OF AN OLD HOUSEKEEPER. 'Tis past; and since she is forever fled, Can we forget, now when for aye we part, |