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Long time a breeding-place they sought,
Till both grew vex'd and tired;
The good so long desired.
Afford them place of rest?
The homeless birds a nest?
This racer of the sea
It served them with a tree.
The tree they call a Mast,
Through which the tackle pass'd. Within that cavity aloft
Their roofless home they fix'd, Form'd with materials neat and soft,
Bents, wool, and feathers mix'd. Four ivory eggs soon pave its floor,
With russet specks bedight-
And lessens to the sight.
As she had changed her kind;
Is doubtless left behind ?
The winged mansion move,
Of never failing love.
Then perching at his consort's side
Was briskly borne along,
And cheer'd her with a song.
His feather'd shipmates eyes,
Than when he tows a prize.
And from a chance so new
may his hopes be true! Hail, honour'd land! a desert where
Not even birds can hide, Yet parent of this loving pair
Whom nothing could divide. And ye who, rather than resign
Your matrimonial plan, Were not afraid to plough the brine
In company with man. For whose lean country much disdain
We English often show,
But wantonness and woe.
The same resource to prove,
Instruct us how to love!
FOUNDED ON A FACT, WHICH HAPPENED IN JANUARY, 1779,
WHERE Humber pours his rich commercial stream,
[pheme. There dwelt a wretch, who breathed but to blasIn subterraneous caves his life he led, Black as the mine, in which he wrought for bread. When on a day, emerging from the deep, A sabbath-day (such sabbaths thousands keep!) The
wages of his weekly toil he bore To buy a cock—whose blood might win him more; As if the noblest of the feather'd kind Were but for battle and for death design'd; As if the consecrated hours were meant For sport, to minds on cruelty intent; It chanced (such chances Providence obey), He met a fellow-labourer on the way, Whose heart the same desires had once inflamed; But now the savage temper was reclaim’d. Persuasion on his lips had taken place; For all plead well who plead the cause of grace. His iron-heart with Scripture he assail'd, Woo'd him to hear a sermon, and prevail'd. His faithful bow the mighty preacher drew, Swift, as the lightning-glimpse, the arrow flew. He wept; he trembled; cast his eyes around, To find a worse than he; but none he found. He felt his sins, and wonder'd he should feel. Grace made the wound, and grace alone could heal.
Now farewell oaths, and blasphemies, and lies!
No (said the penitent): such words shall share
rail'd. drew, on der
THRIVE, gentle plant! and weave a bower
For Mary and for me,
Thy foliage large and free.
(If truly I divine)
Of Him who made thee mine.
Id feel ould be
284 A PLANT OF VIRGIN'S-BOWER.
And Envy seize the bay,
Such honour'd brows as they.
And with convincing power;
Be crown'd with Virgin's-bower?
EPIGRAM. To purify their wine some people bleed A lamb into the barrel, and succeed; No nostrum, planters say, is half so good To make fine sugar, as a negro's blood. Now lambs and negroes both are harmless things, And thence perhaps this wondrous virtue springs, 'Tis in the blood of innocence aloneGood cause why planters never try their own.
EPITAPH ON MR. CHESTER, OF CHICHELEY. Tears flow, and cease not, where the good man Till all who knew him follow to the skies. [lies, Tears therefore fall where Chester’s ashes sleep; Him wife, friends, brothers, children, servants
weepAnd justly-few shall ever him transcend As husband, parent, brother, master, friend.
END OF VOL. I.
C. Whittingham, College House, Chiswick.