Thus blooming forth in virgin state, She views the hopeful day; While native beauty moulds her face, And many a charm, and many a grace, But, ah! unskill'd in vice's art Allures her steps aftray; Some tempter points where pleasures reign; And quits the thorny way. His guilty paffion tears approve! He steals bright Virtue's pearly gem, ENVY. BY MR. CUMBERLAND. OH! never let me fee that fhape again! Fang'd Fang'd like the Wolf it was, and all agaunt, 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, Ah! happy! happy hours! In freaks of varigated hue, A gaudy Tulip rofe to view : The fmiling girl, with glad surprise, At eve, retiring foon to reft, She heard a voice complain! Which murmur'd forth, "Fair Laura, hear: To grace her chamber window nigh, While thus it faid, or feem'd to fay: "Where many a careless foot may tread, "And crush me where I lie !" "While flow'rs lefs beauteous ftill remain, "Ah, happy flowers! you live your day, 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, 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, By love and cruel man betrayed, Can the pure wool, defaced by ftain, 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. By |