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Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursory floor; And where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once we call’d the past'ral houfe our own. Short liv'd possession ! but the record fair, That mem'ry keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm that has effac'd A thousand other themes less deeply trac'd. Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit or confectionary plum; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestow'd, By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glowd: All this, and, more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughen’d by those cataracts and breaks That humour interpos'd too often makes; All this still legible in mem’ry's page, And still to be so, to my latest age, Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay Such honours to thee as my numbers may;

Perhaps a frail memorial, but sincere,
Not scorn'd in heaven, though little notic'd here.

Could time, his fight revers’d, restore the hours
When playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers,
The violet, the pink, and jalsamine,
I prick'd them into paper with a pin,
(And thou wast happier than myself the while,
Would'it softly speak, and stroke my head and smile)
Could those few pleasant hours again appear,
Might one with bring them, would I wish them here?
I would not trust my heart-the dear delight
Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might.
But nowhat here we call our life is such,
So little to be lov’d, and thou so much,
That I should ill requite thee to constrain
Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.

Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast (The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross’d) Shoots into port at some well-haven'd ise, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There fits quiescent on the floods that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incenfe play Around her, fanning light her itreamers gay ; So thou, with fails how swift! haft reach'd the shore « Where tempests never beat nor billows roar*,".

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And thy loved consort on the dang'rous tide
Of life, long since, has anchor'd at thy fide.
But me, scarce hoping to attain that rest,
Always from port withheld, always diftress'd
Me howling winds' drive devious, tempeft toss’d,
Sails ript, seams op'ning wide, and compass lost,
And day by day some current's thwarting forcë
Sets me more distant from a profperous course.
But oh the thought, that thou art fafe, and he !
That thought is joy, arrive what may to me.
My boast is not that I deduce my birth
From loins enthron’d and rulers of the earth ;
But higher far my proud pretensions rise-
The fon of parents pafs’d into the skies.
And now, farewell-time, unrevok’d, has run
His wonted course, yet what I wish'd is done.
By contemplation's help, not sought in vain,
I seem t' have liv'd my childhood o'er again;
To have renew'd the joys that once were mine,
Without the fin of violating thine;
And, while the wings of fancy still are free,
And I can view this mimic fhew of thee,
Time has but half fucceeded in his theft
Thyself removed, thy power to foothe me left.

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John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear

Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we

No holiday have seen.


To-morrow is our wedding day,

And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton

All in a chaife and pair.

My sister, and my sister's child,

Myself, and children three,
Will fill the chaise; so you must ride

On horseback after we.

He soon replied—I do admire

Of womankind but one,
And you are the, my dearest dear;

Therefore it shall be done.

I am a linen-draper bold,

As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender

Will lend his horse to go.

Quoth Mrs. Gilpin-That's well said;

And, for that wine is dear,
We will be furnilla'd with our own,

Which is both bright and clear.


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