. Poems . ster, and wit, In intellectual splendor brightShall have a Match from phosphor lit, That shines with instantaneous light. And now good, Sir ! a Match for you,Where shall I find, with all my skill, The worthiest, long has been your due,Then take and chuse one where you will. 376 BOWER OF LOVE, O ! tell me not of eastern shade,Where fragrance floats thro evry glade,What tufts of palm, or citron grove,Are fragrant as the breath of Love ? Tho* sweet the dewy Paestan rose,And bright the Guernsey lilly blows,With many a sweeter fairer flower,Love twines in wreaths his fairy boweiv Tho* spl
. Poems . ster, and wit, In intellectual splendor brightShall have a Match from phosphor lit, That shines with instantaneous light. And now good, Sir ! a Match for you,Where shall I find, with all my skill, The worthiest, long has been your due,Then take and chuse one where you will. 376 BOWER OF LOVE, O ! tell me not of eastern shade,Where fragrance floats thro evry glade,What tufts of palm, or citron grove,Are fragrant as the breath of Love ? Tho* sweet the dewy Paestan rose,And bright the Guernsey lilly blows,With many a sweeter fairer flower,Love twines in wreaths his fairy boweiv Tho* splendor shines in lofty halls,And musics voice to pleasure callsMore brilliant Lovers glances prove*More tuneful is the voice of Love. For Love with more than magic artsNew charms to evry scene imparts,Can pomps in lowly vales unfold,And deck the cottage walls with gold. Then wheresoeer you build your Bower^Whether in scenes of wealth or power,Or bosomd in the quiet grove,Still be it found the Bower of 377 A HERNERY. On merits wing aspiring highAt royal game to-night you fly,And win the Bird who builds her nestUpon the old oaks lofty crest. This symbol guided by the fates,Your choice in wedlock designates,And they a bride reserve for you,Of family and fortune too. STEAM BOAT. Behold the steady Steam Boat glides,FropeUd against the wind and tides,Oercoming each opposing force,It keeps its constant steady course-No moons to watch, no gales to court,It duly gains its destind port :There is a power that can propelA faithful Lovers course as well,Can evry obstacle oercome,And bring his hopes in safety home,Can guide his heart, and drive each fear thence,That powr, good Sir, is Perseverance. M M 378 A BALLOON. Oer clouds that blot our varying clime,Our Aeronaut ascends sublime,In ethers boundless plains enjoysUnchanging sunshine, cloudless skies,Marks, far beneath his lofty eye,Rock, flood, and field diminishd lie,And laughs to see how sad and slow,The envious vapours roll below
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