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The tear which Pity taught to flow,
The eye shall then disown;
Shall then [carce feel it's own.
The wounds which now each moment bleed,
Each moment then shall close; And tranquil days fhall still fucceed
To nights of calm repose.
O Fairy Elf! but grant me this,
This one kind comfort send; And so may never-fading bliss
Thy flow'ry paths attend !
So may the glow-worm's glimm'ring light
Thy tiny footsteps lead
Unknown to mortal tread!
THE FAIRY'S ANSWER
TO MRS. ŚREVILLE.
BY THE COUNTESS OF C
WITHOUT preamble, to my friend,
hasty lines I'm bid to send,
It looks so like a fable.
The moon did shine serenely bright,
While Zephyr fann'd the trees ;
mind's repose, Save that yon stream, which murmuring flows,
Did echo to the breeze,
Enrapt in folemn thought, I sate,
Yet void of hope or fear ;
Surpriz'd my eye and ear.
A form superior to the rest,
And gently thus began :
think 'tis true, Explain it if you can.
• Such incense has perfum'd my throne, • Such eloquence my heart has won,
• I think I guess the hand ! • I know her wit and beauty too, • But why she sends a prayer
new • I cannot understand.
• To light some flames, and some revive, • To keep some others just alive,
• Full oft I am implor'd; • But, with peculiar power to please, • To supplicate for nought but ease,
“ 'Tis odd, upon my word !
• Tell her, with fruitless care I've fought;
« In remedies abound,
No grain of cold Indifference • Was ever yet ally'd to Sense,
• In all my Fairy round,
* The regions of the sky I'd trace, • I'd ransack every earthly place,
? Each leaf, each herb, each flower, « To mitigate the pargs of Fear,
Dispel the clouds of black Despair, ? Or lull the restless hour !
! I would
• I would be generous, as I'm just,
• Those laws which Fate has made:
• "Twould put your mind into a rage, • And fuch unequal war to wage
• Suits not my regal duty ! • I dare not change a first decree, She's doom'd to please, nor can be free!
Such is the lot of Beauty:'.
This faid, he darted o'er the plain,
No glimpse of him I find:
Imprinted on my mind,
TO A LADY BEFORE MARRIAGE,
BY MR. TICKEL.
With charms to win, and sense to fix the heart!