But when upon his outstretchil armé The sage affixil the plumy treasure. How did his swimming eyes expres His gratitude : his love, his pleasure! Enraptured from the earth he sprung, And on the air's soft breast reclining To realms of bliss he wing'd his way, Through skies with worlds resplendent shining. There, with his blooming Genius blest, To Love each happy hour is given :'Tis extacy, 'tis rapture all, 'Tis more than can be thought of Heaven. THE ANNIVERSARY. THO' the verdure of Spring is no more, His frost-spangled mantle has spread; While his winds loudly howl round my head : Yet I hail his return with delight, My bosom with fresh passion glows; A passion, whose flame burns more bright And steals lustre and warmth from his snows: For neither the zephyr of Spring, Nor Summer's warm breath fann'd the fire, And the Robin had long ceased to sing But 'twas when the bright icicle hung, As e'en yet loth to take its farewell ;Yes 'twas then first my Sara I saw, Then first felt the beam of her eye, Whose brightness a hermit would thaw, And teach him with passion to sigh. 'Tis said that variety charms; That one object can never long please; But variety dwells in her arms, But with life her attractions can cease: Still, as oft as this time shall return, Will she round my neck fondly twine? Irs SONG. filmy wing of azure hue Lightly the fluttering insect plies, If one at length the prize obtain, What sweetens the poor peasant's sleep? What makes the warrior's laurel dear? Why joy the heroes of the deep, When first their native cliffs appear? Oh! 'tis the thought of dangers o'er Gives present bliss to charm the more ;So 'tis with Love! K |