OF THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE. 71 Who "long as memory holds her seat" shall view That speechless, more than spoken last adieu, The sacred march, and sable-vested wall,- On thine existence, beautiful and brief. 72 ON THE DEATH OF THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE. Fair spirit send thy blessing from above On realms where thou art canonized by love! And loftiest principles of England's breast! To paint-ye feel it, Britons, in your hearts! LINES ON RECEIVING A SEAL WITH THE CAMPBELL CREST, FROM K. M-, BEFORE HER MARRIAGE. THIS wax returns not back more fair, Th' impression of the gift you send, Than stamp'd upon my thoughts I bear The image of your worth, my friend! We are not friends of yesterday ; But poet's fancies are a little Disposed to heat and cool, (they say,)— By turns impressible and brittle. 4 Well! should its frailty e'er condemn My heart to prize or please you less, Your type is still the sealing gem, And mine the waxen brittleness. What transcripts of my weal and woe What utt'rances to friend or foe, In reason's calm or passion's shock! What scenes of life's yet curtain'd page May own its confidential die, Whose stamp awaits th' unwritten page, Yet wheresoe'er my pen I lift To date th' epistolary sheet, |