MORAL. 'Tis Providence alone secures In ev'ry change both mine and yours: From dangers of a frightful shape; A COMPARISON. THE lapse of time and rivers is the same, And a wide ocean swallows both at last. Though each resemble each in ev'ry part, A diff'rence strikes at length the musing heart; Streams never flow in vain; where streams abound, How laughs the land with various plenty crown'd! But time, that should enrich the nobler mind, Neglected leaves a dreary waste behind. ANOTHER. ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY. SWEET Stream, that winds through yonder glade, THE POET'S NEW-YEAR'S-GIFT TO MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON. MARIA! I have ev'ry good For thee wish'd many a time, Both sad, and in a cheerful mood, But never yet in rhyme. To wish thee fairer is no need, What favour then not yet possess'd In wedded love already blest, To thy whole heart's desire? None here is happy but in part : There dwells some wish in ev'ry heart, That wish on some fair future day, ('Tis blameless, be it what it may)! ODE TO APOLLO. ON AN INKGLASS ALMOST DRIED IN THE SUN. PATRON of all those luckless brains, Ah why, since oceans, rivers, streams, Why, stooping from the noon of day, Upborne into the viewless air It floats a vapour now, Impell'd through regions dense and rare, Ordain'd perhaps ere summer flies, To form an Iris in the skies, |