And now shall the Cot rise, a sweet rural palace, My Nancy aye smiling, preside as its queen; New verdure shall bloom in our dear native vallies, Their fields always fragrant-their groves ever green!* 'Midst domestic delights, peace, and plenty possessing; The bliss of my bosom each moment increasing; The fair form of Virtue with fondness caressing; I'll never more stray from the Cot in the Vale! * Fields ever fresh, and groves for ever green.-POPE. ΤΟ A PRIMROSE IN DECEMBER. UNTIMELY stranger-hapless child, With bosom to the morning spread, Within this bleak unsheltered wild, Too rashly hast thou raised thy head. Short is the race thou hast to run; No sweets remain for thee to share ; Dim shines December's sickly sun, And biting frost pervades the air. Alas! no social joy is thine, No kindred flower unfolds its bloom; Alone, unheeded, thou must pine, In cheerless Winter's midnight gloom. Deceived by Autumn's transient gleam, And smile the live-long Summer day. Say, did'st thou comé, intent to bless, To shade the sky-lark's early nest, To hide thee from an April storm! It cannot be for thou must die! The bitter blast approaches near; The storm is gathering in the sky, That blots thee from the closing year. Yet deem not thou shalt sink forgot, Though shortly thou must cease to be; Ah! gentle flower !—a kindred lot, Will guide some mourner's thoughts to thee. There are, like thee, who lift their eyes, They meet the smile of Virgin love; The sky seems cloudless and serene; To shade Love's long, delightful day! Such dreams there are, when life is newThe slumber breaks-the dream is fled! Man wakes a hapless change to view Wild tempests howling o'er his head! TO A YOUNG LADY; After a walk in a beautiful Garden. WHEN infant Time in Eden's blissful bowers, Adorned the scene with amaranthine flowers, Then whispering zephyrs wafted odours round; Celestial music breathed in every sound; Perpetual Spring, that smiled to cloudless skies, Spread countless sweets to Man's admiring eyes; The cool grove waved its branches, ever green, And perfect beauty graced the varied scene. But sweeter far than flower, or shady grove, Appeared, the form of soul-subduing Love: The virgin blush, on Woman's cheek that glowed, The seraph sweetness, from her lips that flowed, Inspired new-bliss in Man's enraptured frame, And lighted up a never-dying flame; |