Thus blooming forth in virgin state,
With blushing pride, and heart elate,

She views the hopeful day;

While native beauty moulds her face,

And many a charm, and many a grace,
Around the idol play.

But, ah! unskill'd in vice's art
Seduction wins her fimple heart,

Allures her steps aftray;

Some tempter points where pleasures reign;
Deceiv'd fhe views the rofy plain,

And quits the thorny way.

His guilty paffion tears approve!
To perjur'd vows of constant love
She falls an eafy prey;

He steals bright Virtue's pearly gem,
Difgufted views the naufeous ftem,
And hurls the stalk away.

ENVY.

BY MR. CUMBERLAND.

OH! never let me fee that fhape again!
Exile me rather to fome favage den,
Far from the focial haunts of men!
Horrible phantom! pale it was as death,
Confumption fed upon its meagre cheek,
And ever as the fiend affay'd to speak,
Dreadfully steam'd its peftilential breath!
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Fang'd

Fang'd like the Wolf it was, and all agaunt,
And fill it prowl'd around us and around,
Rolling its fquinting eyes afkaunt,

Wherever human happiness was found.

Furious thercat, the felf- tormenting sprite, Drew forth an afp, and (terrible to fight) To its left pap th'envenom'd reptile preft, Which gnaw'd and worm'd into its tortur'd breaft, The defperate fuicide, with pain,

Writh'd to and fro, and yell'd amain; And then, with hollow dying cadence, criesIt is not of this Afp that Envy dies;

"Tis not this reptile's tooth that gives the fmart ; 'Tis others' happinefs that gnaws my heart.'

LAURA AND THE TULIP.

TO A YOUNG LADY.

BY MR. BELLAMY.

FAIR rofe the morn in lovely May,
When Laura took her careless way,
Amid the blooming flowers:
Too young, too innocent, to figh!
Her infant flate pafs'd gaily by,

Ah! happy! happy hours!

In freaks of varigated hue,

A gaudy Tulip rofe to view :
A fairer ne'er was feen:

The fmiling girl, with glad surprise,
Beheld the flower fhe planted, rise!
And hail'd it beauty's queen.

At eve, retiring foon to reft,
With pleasure beating at her breast,

She heard a voice complain!

Which murmur'd forth, "Fair Laura, hear:
Thy Tulip mourns, ah! do not fear
"Its inoffenfive strain."

To grace her chamber window nigh,
Selected flow'rets caught her eye,
Convey'd from nature's bed:
She view'd her fav'rite Tulip there,
So late the object of her care,
Sufpend its lovely head.

While thus it faid, or feem'd to fay:
See how each beauty fades away,
"No more to please the eye!
Returning day fhall view me dead,

"Where many a careless foot may tread,

"And crush me where I lie !"

"While flow'rs lefs beauteous ftill remain,
"To deck fome unfrequented plain,
"And there in fafety bloom;

"Ah, happy flowers! you live your day,
"Nor droop, till age brings on decay,
"Your native bed's your tomb,”

When lo! the guardian of the flower,

Call'd forth by more than mortal

In filver robe appears!

power,

She wav'd her wand, and check'd a sigh,
As pointing to the object nigh,

The caufe of Laura's tears.

"Sweet child of innocence," he cries,

"Thofe pearly drops that damp thine eyes, "Are due to Pity's shrine!

"Sweet child of innocence, attend,

"My dying flower may prove thy friend, Whofe fate may picture thine.

"If from this ftill retreat, where now you rove, "You quit the shelter of a parent's love,

"And fly, where pleasure's gaily tempting bowers "Lure my fweet maid to waste her youthful hours; "If once thofe paths your erring step pursue, "Where admiration thy fair form shall view, "" Flatt ry, loft girl! fhall meet thee on the "For ever fmiling, eager to betray! "Her artful glance, and still more artful tale Shall win thee down the vifionary dale,

way,

;

"Where!

"Where !-yielded up to Admiration's power, "You fall!-the victim of a guilty hour.

"I faw fuperior charms arife,

"I knew my flower would beauteous prove: "With pain I mark'd admiring eyes, "And trembled for the plant I lov❜d.

"Go, Laura! take my ruin'd flower! "And place it on thy parent's knee;

Tell how it bloom'd its fhort liv'd hour!"Tell-what its guardian, faid to thee.

STANZA S.

Ah! how I mourn the hapless maid,
Who, fpoil'd of peace and fame;

By love and cruel man betrayed,
Has loft her spotless name?

Can the pure wool, defaced by ftain,
Refume its gloffy hue;

Or virgin innocence again

Its honours loft renew.

The eafy fair one, fhunned by all,

Her error must deplore;

Must ever, ever, mourn her fall,

But hope to rife no more.

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