"Alas! what is become of them? "These fears can never be endured, . "I'll to the wood."-The word scarce said, Did Susan rise up from her bed, As if by magic cured. Away she posts up hill and down, She spies her friends, she shouts a greeting; Oh me! it is a merry meeting, As ever was in Christendom. The owls have hardly sung their last, While our four travellers homeward wend; The owls have hooted all night long, And with the owls began my song, And with the owls must end. For while they all were travelling home, "Where all this long night you have been, have seen, "What you have heard, what you Now Johnny all night long had heard And thus to Betty's question, he, (His very words I give te you,) "The cocks did crow to-whoo, to-whoo, "And the sun did shine so cold." -Thus answered Johnny in his glory, And that was all his travel's story. LOVE. All Thoughts, all Passions, all Delights, Whatever stirs this mortal Frame, All are but Ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I When midway on the Mount I lay The Moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the Lights of Eve; And she was there, my Hope, my Joy, My own dear Genevieve! She lean'd against the Armed Man, Few Sorrows hath she of her own, The Songs, that make her grieve. I play'd a soft and doleful Air, The Ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting Blush, With downcast Eyes and modest Grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her Face. I told her of the Knight, that wore I told her, how he pin'd: and, ah! She listen'd with a flitting Blush, And she forgave me, that I gaz'd Too fondly on her Face! But when I told the cruel scorn Which craz'd this bold and lovely Knight, And that he cross'd the mountain woods Nor rested day nor night; |