II.

Waking! sadly waking!

In the moil and strife,

Came a prompter quiet

Through the wild-world riot

And the storm of life;

"Joys and Pleasures tempt us,"

Seemed the voice to sigh,

"But, unwisely taken,

"From their branches shaken,

"All their glories fly.

'Bright and fair, with colours golden,

"By our longing hearts beholden,

"When we gather them-they die!"

P

Aye talking of her dear departed;

One truth is plain,

She will not languish broken-hearted,

But wed again.

III.

Whene'er a rich man vows to lend you

All he has got,

Well knowing while he would befriend

you,

You need him not;

You may be sure, should fate capricious

Whene'er a statesman, Whig or Tory,

Talks loud and long

Of serving country for the glory,

With yearning strong;

He ranks himself with choicest spirits,

And bursts with pride.

VI.

Whene'er a critic o'er his duties

Still snarls and snaps;

Affirms all faults, and speaks of beauties

With cold "perhaps,"