Above the shadows dim and drear,

Where Comus rules the murky maze,
And lures, by Sin's bewitching themes,
Fallen Reason, in the land of dreams.

Thine is the heaven-distinguish'd boon,
The soul of music to explore,
And to the blazonry of noon

Her buried treasures to restore,
Hid by malignant critics lore,

Or ne'er by mole-ey'd stupor seen; And Elegy's sweet muse once more Wanders with thee thro' vallies green; And paints the varied joys and pains Of life, in cities and in plains *.

Sages and Legislators old,"

Their honours earn'd by toils like thine,

Before the learned hand unroll'd

The noble tale of Troy divine; His claims to Sparta's regal line Lycurgus left, to cull the stores By Homer given to chance malign, To scatter round on Asia's shores, He brought complete the matchless strains, To harmonize Laconia's swains.

Belov'd by Science and the Muse!

While others with a partial ray,

The light of Helicon diffuse,

Thou giv'st the cloudless blaze of day,

*Alluding to the Editor's own Poems.

And all its genuine stores display;
And East and West thy labours hail,
And oft thou call'st the lofty lay

From the sequester'd humble vale;
Young minstrels catch celestial fire
From thee, and Rapture crowns the lyre.

Like thee, O Jessy!* could I sing

Our Friend, now sailing on the main,
Could I pursue thy rapid wing,

Or emulate thy swelling strain,
I would not toil to paint, in vain,
His soul with varied stores replete,
But ah!-the Muse must now refrain
And rest awhile her feeble feet!
And on her lonely hill reclin'd
Survey the picture in her mind.

RATHFRYLAND.

* A young Lady of Edinburgh, whose Poems, yet unpublished, possess an uncommon degree of merit.

EPIGRAM,

ON A MARRIAGE.

THAT very day he chose to wed,
I wish'd the old curmudgeon dead;
It matters not, since now he'll lead
On earth the life to hell decreed!

P. L. C.

SONGS.

BY ANNA SEWARD.

1. *

"DAMON by all the Powers above "Plighted to me eternal love; "And as a rose adorn'd my breast, "He on its leaf the vow imprest; "But, while the winds did round us play, "Vow, leaf, and promise blew away."

2.

For this, when Summer mornings glow,
O! shall I veil their beams in woe;
And 'mid the rosy hours of youth,
Weep and repine o'er vanish'd truth?
No! let me hail the shining day,
Blithe as the lark, that meets its ray.

3.

Beauty, and Health, have joys that prove Balm for the wounds of slighted Love;

The first verse is from an old ballad.

And when a faithful Lover gains
The heart a FALSE-ONE now disdains,
Ungrateful Damon may deplore
What vain regret shall ne'er restore.

4.

Celia to Damon then shall say,
"Vow, leaf, and promise, blew away;"
And to those winds I gave my grief,
That bore the love-recorded leaf;
Nor do I chide the gales, or thee,
Since thou art false, and I am free!

5.

And till return those hours of prime,
Borne with the onward stream of Time;
Yes, till the Spring restores to me
That very leaf, inscribed by thee,
Scorning thy sighs, shall Celia say,
Vow, leaf, and promise, blew away!

II.

1.

THE stormy Ocean roving,
My William seeks the Foe.
Ah, me! the pain of loving,
To war when Lovers go!

2.

O! why my locks, so yellow,
Shou'd rosy garlands bind,
When trembles yonder willow
As blows the sullen wind?

3.

Ye Nymphs, who feel no anguish,
My Garlands gay ye wove,
But I in absence languish,
And fear for him I love.

4.

Nor yet the sprays of willow
Shall wave my temples o'er,
But weeds, that Ocean's billow
Leaves dark upon the shore.

5.

Pale willows suit the sorrow
The fair Forsaken knows;

Fierce WAR has wing'd the arrow,

That wounds my soul's repose.

6.

Sad on the beach I linger,
And watch the altering Sea;

But no cold doubts shall injure,

My Love is true to me.

7.

Yet, till rest crown my pillow,
Till Peace my Love restore,
Be mine the weeds yon billow
Leaves dark upon the shore!