Ere Sin could blight or Sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;

The opening bud to Heaven convey'd
And bade it blossom there.

DOMESTIC PEACE.

Tell me, on what holy ground
May DOMESTIC PEACE be found?
Halcyon Daughter of the skies,

Far on fearful wings she flies,
From the pomp of scepter'd State,
From the Rebel's noisy hate.
In a cottaged vale She dwells
Lst'ning to the Sabbath bells!
Still around her steps are seen
Spotless HONOR's meeker mien,

LOVE, the sire of pleasing fears, SORROW Smiling through her tears, And conscious of the past employ MEMORY, bosom-spring of joy.

LINES

Written at the KING's-ARMS, ROSS,

Formerly the House of the

"MAN OF ROSS."

Richer than MISERS o'er their countless hoards,
Nobler than KINGS, or king-polluted LORDS,

Here dwelt the MAN OF ROSS! O Trav'ller, hear!

Departed Merit claims a reverent tear.

If 'neath this roof thy wine-cheer'd moments pass,
Fill to the good man's name one grateful glass :
To higher zest shall MEM'RY wake thy soul,
And VIRTUE mingle in th' ennobled bowl.
But if, like mine, thro' life's distressful scene
Lonely and sad thy pilgrimage hath been ;

And if, thy breast with heart-sick anguish fraught,

Thou journeyest onward tempest-tost in thought; Here cheat thy cares! in generous visions melt,

And dream of Goodness, thou hast never felt!