Those eyes at once her secret soul convey'd,

And ever beam'd delight when you appear'd.

Yet has she fled the life of bliss below,

That youthful Hope in bright perspective drew? False were the tints! false as the feverish glow Which o'er her burning cheek Distemper threw!

And now in joy she dwells, in glory moves! (Glory and joy reserv'd for you to share.)

Far, far more blest in blessing those she loves,

Than they, alas! unconscious of her care.

OH! that the Chemist's magic art

Could crystallize this sacred treasure! Long should it glitter near my heart,

A secret source of pensive pleasure.

The little brilliant, ere it fell,

Its lustre caught from CHLOE's eye;

Then, trembling, left its coral cell

The spring of Sensibility!

Sweet drop of pure and pearly light!

In thee the rays of Virtue shine;

More calmly clear, more mildly bright,

Than any gem that gilds the mine.

Benign restorer of the soul!

Who ever fly'st to bring relief,

When first we feel the rude controul

Of Love or Pity, Joy or Grief.

IMITATED

FROM A

GREEK EPIGRAM.

WHILE on the cliff with calm delight she kneels,

And the blue vales a thousand joys recall,

See, to the last, last verge her infant steals!

O fly-yet stir not, speak not, lest it fall.

Far better taught, she lays her bosom bare, And the fond boy springs back to nestle there.