Can re-assemble the loose scatter'd parts,
And put them as they were. Almighty God
Has done much more; nor is his arm impair'd
Thro' length of days; and what he can he will:
His faithfulness stands bound to see it done.
When the dread trumpet sounds, the slumb’ring dust,
Not unattentive to the call, shall wake;
And ev'ry joint poffefs its proper place,
With a new elegance of form, unknown
To its first state. Nor shall the conscious soul
Mistake his partner ; but amidst the crowd
Singling its other half, into its arms
Shall rush with all th' impatience of a man
That's new come home, who having long been abfent,
With hafte runs over every diff'rent room,
In pain to see the whole. Thrice happy meeting!
Nor time, nor death shall ever part them more.

'Tis but a night, a long and moonless night,
We make the grave our bed, and then are gone.

BLAIR.

Then might they shun the various ills

That inattention brings;
By reason regulate their wills,
And happier live than kings.

Miss M. FALCONAR.

SEE hoary-headed Winter comes,

In snowy vest array'd;
No tender blossom sweetly blooms

the leafless shade.

To grace

At his approach the painted vale

Resigns her bright array ;
Nor violet blue, nor primrose pale,

Perfumes the breath of day.
The filver stream forgets to glide,

Nor murmurs through the mead; No more upon its graffy side

The flocks, delighted, feed.

The shady elm, the lofty oak,

Withdraw their verdant charms, For nature feels the withering ftroke,

And finks in Winter's arms.

Through every change of varying time

My voice shall grateful sing,

And

And own thy goodness most sublime,
O mercy's gracious King!

Miss H. FALCONAR.

HAIL
AIL, scenes of life more lovely than the spring,'

, More beauteous than the dawn of summer's day, More gay

and artless than the birds that fing Their tuneful fonnets on the leafy spray! Adieu, ye paths adorn'd with springing flowers :

Oh! could those vernal sweets again be given, When guardian angels watch'd my guiltless hours,

And strove to guide my erring steps to heaven.
So the first pair in Paradise were blest,

Perpetual pleasures open'd to the view;
Nor guilt, nor fear, difturb'd the peaceful breast,

Nor anxious care their happy moments knew.
But, ah! those joys shall fly with winged speed,

And leave to busy care the jocund scene ; To innocence shall guilt and pain succeed;

To lively youth long hours of gloom and spleen.

So shines the sun in orient splendour bright,

So bloom the roses on a summer's day;
The fun shall fink in dark and cheerless night,
The blooming roses feel a fure decay.

Miss H. FALCONAR.

M4

O’ER evening skies the queen of night

Had spread her filver beam, That ting'd the neighb'ring hills with light,

Or sported in the stream.
No peasants, wand'ring through the plains,

On founds melodious hung,
Al ftill, but where her love-lorn strains

Sweet Philomela sung.

To hear thy tender woes display'd,

Sweet songftress of the grove,
The melancholy Albert stray'd,

A prey to hopeless love.
Fast o'er his health's declining bloom

A wasting languor flew;
So noon-tide suns, with fervid beam,

Exhale the morning dew.

'Twas bright Elweena, matchless maid,

Whose beauties fann'd the flame;
And taught him 'neath the lonely shade,

In fighs, to breath her name.
In absence oft he sought relief,

And vow'd to love no more; But absence sharpen'd ev'ry grief,

That pierç'd his soul before..

In equal pain Elweena figh’d,

And mutual love express'd;
But, ah! her father's cruel pride

Forbade them to be bless'd.

Young Albert's innocence and truth

He could not disapprove;
But fortune plac'd the luckless youth

Beneath his daughter's love.

Such worth might well esteem inspire,

It almost won his praise;
But av'rice quell’d the kindling fire,

Compassion ftrove to raise.
Soft o'er the morn of Albert's life

Had fortune smil'd serene;
How bless’d the youth, till bitter strife

Revers'd the happy scene!

He with his widow'd mother dwelt,

In solitude obscure; And every

shock of fate she felt
He help'd her to endure.
Long since the fatal news had pass'd

The mourning village o'er,
That her brave husband breath'd his lait

On India's diftant shore.

But added to her hapless doom.
Was now. her Albert's grief;

M

She