AND is this all ? Can reason do no more
Than bid me shun the deep, and dread the shore ?
Sweet moralist! afloat on life's rough sea,
The Christian has an art unknown to thee.
He holds no parley with unmanly fears;
Where duty bids he confidently steers,
Faces a thousand dangers at her call,
And, trusting in his God, surmounts them all.

THE LILY AND THE ROSE,

THE nymph must lose her female friend,

If more admired than she---
But where shall fierce contention end,

If Aowers can disagree?
Within the garden's peaceful scene,

Appeared two lovely foes,
Aspiring to the rank of queen,

The Lily and the Rose.
The Rose soon reddened into rage,

And swelling with disdain,
Appealed to many a poet's page

To prove her right to reign.
The Lily's height bespoke command,

A fair imperial flower ;
She seemed designed for Flora's hand,

The sceptre of her power.
This civil bickering and debate

The goddess chanced to hear, And flew to save, ere yet too late,

The pride of the parterre; Yours is, she said, a nobler hue,

And yours the statelier mein; And, till a third surpasses you,

Let each be deemed a queen.

R

Thus soothed and reconciled, each seeks,

The fairest British fair;
The seat of empire is her cheeks,

They reign united there.

IDEM LATINE REDDITUM.

HEU inimicitias quoties parit æmula forma,

Quam raro pulchræ pulchra placere potest?
Sed fines ultrà solitos discordia tendit,

Cum flores ipsos bilis et ira movent.
Hortus ubi dulces præbet tacitosque recessûs,

Se rapit in partes gens animosa duas;
Hic sibi regales Amaryllis candida cultûs,

Illic purpureo vindicat ore Rosa.
Ira Rosam et meritis quæsita superbia tangunt,

Multaque ferventi vix cohibenda sinů,
Dum sibi fautorum ciet undique nomina vatům,

Jusque suum, multo carmine fulta, probat.
Altior emicat illa, et celso vertice nutat,

Ceu flores inter non habitura parem, Fastiditque alios, et nata videtur in usûs

Imperii, sceptrum, Flora quod ipsa gerat. Nec Dea non sensit civilis murmura rixæ,

Cui curæ est pictas pandere ruris opes.
Deliciasque suas nunquam non prompta tueri,

Dum licet et locus est, ut tueatur, adest.
Et tibi forma datur procerior omnibus, inquit,

Et tibi, principibus qui solet esse, color,
Et donec vincat quædam formosior ambas,

Et tibi, reginæ nomen, et esto tibi.
His ubi sedatus furor est, petit utraque nympham,

Qualem inter Veneres Anglia sola parit;
Hanc penés imperium est, nihil optant amplius, hujus

Regnant in nitidis, et sine lite, genis.

THE poplars are felled, farewell to the shade,
And the whispering sound of the cool colonade;
The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves,
Nor Ouse in his bosom their image receives.

Twelve years have elapsed since I last ok a view
Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew;
And now in the grass behold they are laid,
And the tree is my seat, that once lent me a shade.

The blackbird has fled to another retreat,
Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat,
And the scene, where his melody charmed me before,
Resounds with his sweet flowing ditty no more.

My fugitive years are all hasting away,
And I must ere long lie lowly as they, .
With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head,
Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead.

"Tis a sight to engage me, if any thing can,
To muse on the perishing pleasures of man;
Though his life be a dream, his enjoyments, I see,
Have a being less durable even than he*.

IDEM LATINE REDDITUM.

POPULEÆ cecidit gratissima copia silvæ,
Conticuêre susurri, omnisque evanuit umbra.
Nullæ jam levibus se miscent frondibus auræ,
Et nulla in fluvio ramorum ludit imago.

* Mr. Cowper afterwards altered this stanza in the following manner:

The change both my heart and my fancy employs,
I reflect on the frailty of man, and his joys;
Short-lived as we are, yet our pleasures, we see,
Have a still shorter date, and die sooner than we.

Hei mihi! bis senos dum luctů torqueor annos
His cogor silvis suetoque carere recessů,
Cum serò rediens, stratasque in gramine cernens
Insedi arboribus, sub queîs errare solebam.

Ah ubi nunc merulæ cantus ? Felicior illum
Silva tegit, duræ nondum permissa bipenni;
Scilicet exustos colles camposque patentes
Odit, et indignans et non rediturus abivit.

Sed qui succisas doleo succidar et ipse,
Et priùs huic parilis quàm creverit altera silva
Flebor, et, exequiis parvis donatus, habebo
Defixum lapidem tumulique cubantis acervum.

Tam subitò periisse videns tam digna manere,
Agnosco humanas sortes et tristia fata---
Sit licèt ipse brevis, volucrique simillimus umbræ,
Est homini brevior citiùsque obitura voluptas.

VOTUM. O MATUTINI rores, auræque salubres, O nemora, et lætæ rivis felicibus herbæ, Graminei colles, et amænæ in vallibus umbræ ! Fata modò dederint quas olim in rure paterno Delicias, procul arte, procul formidine novi, Quam vellem ignotus, quod mens mea semper avebat, Ante larem proprium placidam expectare senectam, Tum demum, exactis non infeliciter annis, Sortiri tacitum lapidem aut sub cespite condi!

CICINDELA.

BY VINCENT BOURNE.
SUB sepe exiguum est, nec raro in margine ripæ,

Reptile, quod lucet nocte, dieque latet,
Vermis habet speciem, sed habet de lumine Nomen;

At priscâ à famâ non liquet, unde micet.

Plerique à caudâ credunt procedere lumen;

Nec desunt, credunt qui rutilare caput. Nam superas stellas quæ nox accendit, et illi

Parcam eadem Lucem dat, moduloque parem. Forsitan hoc prudens voluit Natura caveri,

Ne pede quis duro reptile contereret : Exiguam, in tenebris ne gressum offenderet ullus,

Prætendi voluit forsitan Illa facem Sive usum hunc Natura parens seu maluit illum

Haud frustra accensa est Lux, radiique dati. Ponite vos fastus, humiles nec spernite, magni;

Quando habet et minimum reptile, quod niteat.

I.

THE GLOW-WORM.

TRANSLATION OF THE FOREGOING.

BENEATH the hedge, or near the stream,

A worm is known to stray;
That shows by night a lucid beam,

Which disappears by day.
Disputes have been, and still prevail,

From whence his rays proceed;
Some give that honour to his tail,

And others to his head.
But this is sure---the hand of might,

That kindles up the skies,
Gives him a modicum of light,

Proportioned to his size.
Perhaps indulgent nature meant,

By such a lamp bestowed,
To bid the traveller, as he went,

Be careful where he trod :

Nor crush a worm, whose useful light

Might serve, however small,
To shew a stumbling stone by night,
And save him from a fall.