Contented shall our being steal,
Thro' home-bred joys, and temperate meal;
Nor wistful look abroad, to find
An envious pang to gnaw the mind.
And may the storms of fate we prove,
By mutual aid encrease our love!
As Mariners, that gain the shore,
On broken plank, or floating oar,
When now they find the danger past,
In rapture strain each other fast.
BY THE LATE REV. W. B. STEVENS.
SWEET Star of Evening, Venus' golden light,
Divinest image in the fane of Night,
Lov'd Vesper, whose bright rays as far outshine
Heav'ns other gems, as Luna's lustre thine,
Hail genial orb! and with auspicious beam,
(For lo! fair LUNA wanes with dying gleam)
Illume my path; who with no guilty aim,
Thy soft beneficence of splendour claim.
Not of their train am I, whose felon toil
Makes the night-wilder'd traveller their spoil,
Love, Love alone, my wandering step has mov'd,
Shine out, sweet STAR! a lover should be lov'd.
aded bow and conquering air Cupid aim'd a threat'ning dart, arn'd, the timid, trembling fair, n icy shield spread o'er her heart.
Prudence, who disciplin'd the maid,
Bestow'd it in a cautious hour;
And now the charm is first essay'd
To guard her from the traitor's power.
His blunted arrows back recoil;
The baffled God in madness raves; She mocks his angry, fruitless toil, The chilling spell her bosom saves.
Indignant he regains the bower,
Which wantonly he lately fled;
Disgrac'd he holds each future hour,
And hides in Venus' breast his head.
In an embowered walk at Compton-place, Sussex.
THESE leaf-strewn paths a carpet spread
Where elfin feet, with tiny tread,
In charmed circles, nightly play,
To chase each reptile tribe away.
No coiling snake, no cowering toad,
Can here take up its brief abode,
While Glow-Worm lustres twinkle nigh,
To lume the fairy revelry:
And though, e'er morning's first beam glows,
The pigmy court their pastimes close;
Still oft they wander round these scenes,
To fence the flowers, and guard the greens.
Then let no vagrant step intrude
With harmful thought or purpose rude;
For he whose day broods noxious schemes,
Shall find, at night, no welcome dreams.
WITH bended bow and conquering air When Cupid aim'd a threat'ning dart, Forewarn'd, the timid, trembling fair, An icy shield spread o'er her heart.
Prudence, who disciplin'd the maid,
Bestow'd it in a cautious hour;
And now the charm is first essay'd
To guard her from the traitor's power.
His blunted arrows back recoil;
The baffled God in madness raves; She mocks his angry, fruitless toil, The chilling spell her bosom saves.
Indignant he regains the bower,
Which wantonly he lately fled;
Disgrac'd he holds each future hour,
And hides in Venus' breast his head.
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