Yon shadowy Bark hath been to that wreck, To Dead-man's Isle, in the eye of the blast, Oh! hurry thee on-oh! hurry thee on, TO ******* NEVER mind how the pedagogue proses, The lip, that's so scented by roses, Old Cloe, whose withering kisses Have long set the loves at defiance, Now, done with the science of blisses, May fly to the blisses of science! Young Sappho, for want of employments, But for you to be buried in books- Astronomy finds in your eye pages! Better light than she studies above, In Ethics-'tis you that can check, In a minute, their doubts and their quarrels ; Oh! show but that mole on your neck, And 'twill soon put an end to their morals Your Arithmetic only can trip When to kiss and to count you endeavour ; But Eloquence glows on your lip When you swear that you'll love me for ever. Thus you see, what a brilliant alliance Of arts is assembled in you A course of more exquisite science And, oh!--if a fellow like me May confer a diploma of hearts, With my lip thus I seal your decree, My divine little Mistress of Arts! SACRED SONGS., THE GRIEF OF JUDAH. HUSH'D is the voice of Judah's mirth- Fled is the bright and shining throng That swell'd 'on earth the welcome strain, And lost in air, the choral song That floated wild on David's plain. For dark and sad is Bethlehem's fate, And murder stalks in frantic mood. At morn, the mother's heart was light, Weep on, ye childless mothers, weep! S In Jordan's stream their spirits sleep, SONG OF THE ANGEL. "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good-will toward men. Luke ii. 14. دو ARRAY'D in clouds of golden light, More bright than Heaven's resplendent bow, Jehovah's angel came by night, To bless the sleeping world below! "Good-will henceforth to man be given;" FALLEN IS THY THRONE. FALLEN is thy throne, O Israel! |