Cold as yon mountain snow "Well fought our gallant slain On Saratoga's plain : Thrice fled the hostile train From British glory. But, oh! tho' our foes did flee, Sad was each victory; Youth, Love, and Loyalty, Fell far from Mora! "Here, take this love-wrought plaid, (Donald, expiring, said), Give it to yon dear maid Drooping in sorrow : Tell her, oh, Allan! tell, He thought on his Flora." Mute stood the trembling fair, Sigh'd out poor Flora- TO SIGH, YET FEEL NO PAIN. MRS FERRIER. To sigh, yet feel no pain, To weep, yet know not why, To sport an hour with beauty's chain, To bend the knee at every shrine, Yet lay the heart at none; To keep one sacred flame Through life unchang'd, unmov'd; To feel that we adore With such refin'd excess, That though the heart would burst with more, It could not do with less This is love-constant love, Such as saints might feel above! THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER. POPE. FATHER of all! in every age, In every clime ador'd, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Thou great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confin'd To know but this, that thou art good, And that myself am blind; Yet gave me, in this dark estate, What conscience dictates to be done, This teach me more than hell to shun, What blessings thy free bounty gives, For God is paid when man receives- Yet not to earth's contracted span Let not this weak, unknowing hand, If I am right, thy grace impart, If I am wrong, O teach my heart Save me alike from foolish pride, At aught thy wisdom has denied, Teach me to feel another's woe, Mean though I am, not wholly so, This day, be bread and peace my lot; Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not, To Thee, whose temple is all space, A TALE OF LOVE. COLERIDGE. ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Oft in my waking dreams do I 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 leant 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, She listen'd with a flitting blush, I told her of the Knight that wore I told her how he pin'd; and ah! She listen'd with a flitting blush, |