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ROUND LOVE'S Elysian bowers
There shine the purest skies:
And joy and rapture gild awhile
The cloudless heaven of BEAUTY'S smile.
Round LovE's deserted bowers
Tremendous rocks arise;
Cold mildews blight the flowers,
Tornadoes rend the skies:
And PLEASURE'S waning moon goes down
Amid the night of BEAUTY'S frown.
Then YOUTH, thou fond believer!
The wily Syren shun:
Who trusts the dear Deceiver
Will surely be undone !
When BEAUTY triumphs, ah! beware!—
Her smile is hope!-her frown despair!
A DRAWING OF YARDLEY OAK,
CELEBRATED BY COWper.
See Hayley's Life and Letters of W. Cowper, Esq.
THIS sole survivor of a race
Of giant oaks, where once the wood
From age to age, it slowly spread
A thousand years are like a day,
When fled;-no longer known than seen;
This Tree was doom'd to pass away,
And be, as if it ne'er had been ;—
But mournful CoWPER, wandering nigh,
When lo! the voice of days gone by
O that the Poet had reveal'd
The words of those prophetic strains,
-Yet in his song the Oak remains.
And fresh in undecaying prime,
There may it live, beyond the power
Of storm and earthquake, Man and Time,
Till Nature's conflagration-hour.
Written for a Society, whose Motto was
66 FRIENDSHIP, LOVE, AND TRUth.”
WHEN "Friendship, Love, and Truth" abound Among a band of BROTHERS,
The cup of joy goes gaily round,
Each shares the bliss of others:
Sweet roses grace the thorny way
The flowers that shed their leaves to-day
Shall bloom again to-morrow:
How grand in age, how fair in youth,
Are holy "FRIENDSHIP, LOVE, and TRUTH !"
On halcyon wings our moments pass
Life's cruel cares beguiling;