With croaking had your tongue out-thundered, THE TURKEY AND THE ANT. In other men we faults can spy, And blame the mote that dims their eye; A Turkey, tired of common food, Forsook the barn, and sought the wood; Behind her ran an infant train, Collecting here and there a grain. "Draw near, my Birds! (the mother cries) This hill delicious fare supplies; Behold the busy negro race, See millions blacken all the place! An Ant, who climbed beyond his reach, Thus answered from the neighb'ring beech: "Ere you remark another's sin, Bid thine own conscience look within; Control thy more voracious bill, Nor for a breakfast nations kill." THE GARDENER AND THE HOG. A gardener of peculiar taste, And taught him all the puppy's play. As on a time the loving pair The Hog by chance one morning roamed, He reels, he rolls his winking eyes; Then staggering through the garden scours, The Master came, the ruin spied; The Hog with fluttering speech returns:- At this the Gardener's passion grows; Ah! foolish Swain! too late you find SWEET WILLIAM'S FAREWELL TO BLACK-EYED SUSAN. BY JOHN GAY. ALL in the Downs the fleet was moored, The streamers waving in the wind, "Oh! where shall I my true love find! William, who high upon the yard Rocked with the billow to and fro, He sighed, and cast his eyes below: The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, So the sweet lark, high poised in air, Shuts close his pinions to his breast, "O Susan! Susan! lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds! my heart shall be "Believe not what the landmen say, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind; In every port a mistress find: Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, "If to far India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright, Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale, Thy skin is ivory, so white: Thus every beauteous object that I view, Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue. "Though battle call me from thy arms, Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, The boatswain gave the dreadful word: The sails their swelling bosom spread; No longer must she stay aboard: They kissed; she sighed; he hung his head: Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land: "Adieu!" she cries, and waved her lily hand. THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER. BY ALEXANDER POPE. [For biographical sketch, see page 373.] FATHER of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord! Thou Great First Cause, least understood: Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good, Yet gave me, in this dark estate, To see the good from ill; And binding Nature fast in Fate, What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heaven pursue. |