SONG.

ROUND LOVE'S Elysian bowers
The fairest prospects rise;
There bloom the sweetest flowers,

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!

LINES

WRITTEN UNDER

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
Rang with the battle or the chace,
In stern and lonely grandeur stood.

From age to age, it slowly spread
Its gradual boughs to sun and wind;
From age to age, its noble head
As slowly wither'd and declined.

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,
For rest beneath its shadow came,

When lo! the voice of days gone by
Ascended from its hollow frame.

O that the Poet had reveal'd

The words of those prophetic strains,
Ere Death the eternal mystery seal'd!

-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.

SONG,

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
Along this vale of sorrow:

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;