Each tender pledge of sacred Faith he join'd,

Each gentler Pleasure of th' unspotted mind

Day-dreams, whose tints with sportive brightness glow, And Hope, the blameless Parasite of Woe.

The eyeless Chemist heard the process rise,

The steamy Chalice bubbled up in sighs;

Sweet sounds transpir'd, as when the enamour'd Dove,

Pours the soft murm'ring of responsive Love.

The finish'd work might Envy vainly blame,

And Kisses" was the precious Compounds' name.

With half the God his Cyprian Mother blest,

And breath'd on SARA's lovelier lips the rest.

5

TO SARA.

One kiss, dear Maid! I said and sigh'd

Your scorn the little boon deny'd.

Ah why refuse the blameless bliss?
Can Danger lurk within a kiss?

Yon viewless Wand'rer of the vale,
The SPIRIT of the Western Gale,
At Morning's break, at Evening's close,
Inhales the sweetness of the ROSE,

And hovers o'er th' uninjur'd Bloom
Sighing back the soft perfume.

Vigor to the Zephyr's wing

Her nectar-breathing KISSES fling;

And He the glitter of the Dew

Scatters on the ROSE's hue.

Bashful lo! she bends her head,
And darts a blush of deeper Red!

Too well those lovely lips disclose
The Triumphs of the op'ning Rose :
O fair! O graceful! bid them prove
As passive to the breath of Love.

In tender accents, faint and low,

Well-pleas'd I hear the whisper'd "No! "

The whisper'd" No"

how little meant !

Sweet Falsehood, that endears Consent !

For on those lovely lips the while

Dawns the soft relenting smile,

And tempts with feign'd dissuasion coy

The gentle violence of joy.

THE SIGH.

I.

When Youth his faery reign began,
Ere Sorrow had proclaim'd me man;
While Peace the present hour beguil'd,
And all the lovely Prospect smil'd;
Then, MARY! 'mid my lightsome glee
I heav'd the painless SIGH for thee.

II.

And when, as toss'd on waves of woe, My harrass'd Heart was doom'd to know The frantic Burst, the Outrage keen, And the slow Pang that gnaws unseen; Then shipwreck'd on Life's stormy sea

I heav'd an anguish'd SIGH for thee!

III.

But soon Reflection's power imprest
A stiller sadness on my breast;
And sickly Hope with waning eye
Was well content to droop and die :
I yielded to the stern decree,

Yet heav'd a languid SIGH for thee!

IV.

And tho' in distant climes to roam,
A Wanderer from my native home,

I fain would sooth the sense of Care

And lull to sleep the Joys, that were !
Thy Image may not banish'd be

Still, MARY! still I SIGH for thee.

JUNE, 1794.