CONSCIENCE.

Where is the king that Conscience fears to chide?Conscience, that candid judge of right and wrong, Will o'er the secrets of each heart preside,

Nor aw'd by pomp, nor tam'd by soothing song.

DAMON

TO HIS FRIENDS.

THE billows of life are supprest;
Its tumults, its toils disappear;
To relinquish the storms that are past,”.
I think on the sunshine that's near...

Dame Fortune and I are agreed;
Her frowns I no longer endure;

For the goddess has kindly decreed,
That Damon no more shall be poor.

Now riches will ope the dim eyes,

To view the increase of my store; And many my friendship will prize,

Who never knew Damon before.

DAMON TO HIS friends.

But those I renounce and abjure,
Who carried contempt in their eye;
May poverty still be their dower,

That could look on misfortune awry! ·

Ye pow'rs that weak mortals govern,
Keep Pride at his bay from my mind.;

O let me not haughtily learn

To dispise the few friends that were kind.

For their's was a feeling sincere;
"Twas free from delusion and art;

O may I that friendship revere,
And hold it yet dear to my heart!!

By which was I ever forgot?

It was both my physician and cure, That still found the way to my cot,

Altho' I was wretched and poor...

DAMON TO HIS FRIENDS."

'Twas balm to my canker-tooth'd care; The wound of affliction it heal'd:

In distress it was Pity's soft tear,
And naked cold Poverty's shield.

Attend, ye kind youth of the plain ! Who oft with my sorrows condol'd; You cannot be deaf to the strain,

Since Damon is master of gold.

I have chose a sweet sylvan retreat, Bedeck'd with the beauties of Spring;

Around, my

flocks nibble and bleat,

While the musical choristers sing.

I force not the waters to stand,
In an artful canal at my door;
But a river, at Nature's command,

Meanders both limpid and pure.