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WRITTEN IN LADY MYRTLE'S BOCCACCIO.
BY THE AUTHOR OF “LILLIAN.”
In these gay pages there is food
Fair Lady, if you dare to spell them :
Is of the young group met to tell them.
Oh, was it not a pleasant thought,
Chatting among sweet streams and flowers;
To see through veils, and talk through towers ?
Lady, they say the fearful guest,
Poised on his sulphurous wings, advances;
And marred the might of Warsaw's lances.
He comes with all his gloomy terrors;
And virtue shudder at her errors.
And there 'll be sermons in the street;
Will wear the dismal garb of sorrow;
He must have four new bays to-morrow.
But you shall fly from these dark signs,
Ere from your cheek one rose is faded ;
And hide your youth and loveliness
By walls fenced round, by huge trees shaded :
There brooks shall dance in light along,
Of pleasure, from their leafy dwelling ;
Must be, fair Lady, story telling.
Be cautious how you choose your men :
Scholars who read, or write the papers;
And cure their patron's newest vapours.
Avoid all youths who toil for praise
Or sigh to leave high fame behind them;
Take men of sense,-if you can find them.