TO A KISS.

SOFT child of Love! thou balmy bliss!
Inform me, O, delicious Kiss!

Why thou so suddenly art gone?
Lost in the moment thou art won!

Yet go! For wherefore should I sigh?
On DELIA'S lip, with raptured eye,
On DELIA'S blushing lip I see

A thousand full as sweet as thee!

WHO dares talk of hours? Seize the bell of that clock! Seize his hammer, and cut off his hands!

To the bottle, dear bottle! I'll stick like a rock; And obey only PLEASURE'S commands!

Let him strike the short hours, and hint at a bed!
Waiter! bring us more wine! What a whim!
Say,' That TIME, his old master, for Topers was made;
And not jolly Topers for him!'

THE FARMER'S SONG.

IN a sweet healthy air, on a farm of my own, Half a mile from a Church, and just two from a town,

Diversions and business I vary for ease;

But your fine folks at London may do as they please!

By my freehold, 'tis true, I'm entitled to vote; But (because I will never be wrong, if I know 't!) I'll adhere to no one, till each Party agrees! But your fine folks at London may do as they please!

Though sixty and upwards, I never knew pain!
My Goody's as ancient; yet does not complain!
From the flocks of my own, I wear coats of
warm frieze;

But your fine folks at London may do as they please!

I ne'er was at law, in the course of my life; Nor injured a neighbour in daughter, or wife. To the poor have lent money, but never took fees; But your fine folks at London may do as they please!

I ne'er had ambition to visit the Great;
Yet honour my King, and will stand by the State!
By the Church! and dear Freedom, in all its
degrees!

But your fine folks at London may do as they please!

SONGS OF INNOCENCE.

PIPING down the valleys wild,
Piping Songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a Child;

And he, laughing, said to me.

Pipe a Song about a lamb!'

So I piped with merry cheer, 'Piper! pipe that Song again!' So I piped: he wept to hear.

'Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe!

Sing thy Songs of happy cheer!' So I sang the same again;

While he wept with joy to hear.

'Piper! sit thee down, and write In a book, that all may read!' So he vanished from my sight: And I plucked a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen,

And I stained the water clear; And I wrote my happy Songs, Every child may joy to hear.

How sweet I roamed from field to

field,
And tasted all the Summer's pride,
Till I, the Prince of Love beheld;
Who in the sunny beams did glide.

He showed me lilies for my hair,

And blushing roses for my brow;
He led me through his gardens fair,
Where all his golden pleasures grow.

With sweet May dews my wings were wet,
And РHEBUS fired my vocal rage;

He caught me in his silken net,

And shut me in his golden cage.

He loves to sit and hear me sing,

Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty.

THE ECHOING GREEN.

THE sun does arise,

And makes happy the skies;

The merry bells ring

To welcome the Spring;

The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around

To the bells' cheerful sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the Echoing Green.

Old JOHN, with white hair,
Does laugh away care,
Sitting, under the oak,
Among the old folk.
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say,
Such, such were the joys
When we all, girls and boys,
In our youth-time, were seen
On the Echoing Green!'

Till the little ones, weary, No more can be merry;

The sun does descend,

And our sports have an end.

Round the laps of their mothers,

Many sisters and brothers,

Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest;
And sport no more seen
On the darkening Green.