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NI NE YEARS OLD.
By J. CRADDOCK, Esq.
ERE refts the fairest Bud of Hope
That e'er to fondest Wish was given ; If thou wold'st know it's happier State,
Repent-and seek the Flower in Heaven.
Who wished not to hear the Toll of a Bell on the Evening of the late Princess Dowager's Funeral.
By J. CR ADDOCK, Esq.
ND why not hear the Sound of yonder Bell? It tolls a fober, awful, folemn Knell,
A with’d-for Knell to Immortality. Think not a Round of Folly's mad Career,
Can always shield thee from Reflection's Pow'r; The Young, the Fond, the Rich, the Gay, muft fear, Too long regardless of an awful Hour. Think not that beauteous Form that now you wear,
That Glow of Crimson—those inspiring Eyes Must linger ever here they all declare
They speak aloud their Kindred to the Skies.
Do not the Hour, the Day, the Month the Year
All in their Course expire? -But all renew;
G Y, &c.
When the glad Pilot distant Land descries?
See their Hopes kindle as the Objects rise !
And fhall my Fair, with brightest Hopes in Store,
Not once look up beyond this barren Clod?
Her Anchor Heaven! and her Pilot God?
I Head ;
N Ogilby's dull Strains lay Homer dead;
NCE more the Sun his
Hath finish'd since in plaintive Mood
A Prey to joyless Solitude ;
For lo! She comes ; the Queen of Love
Propitious comes, and by her Side, The Graces musically move;
Leading with gentle Hand a Bride, Fairer than e'er inspir'd a Poet's Dreams, When Fancy with its lov’d Idea teems.
Blind to Events, in vain we pry
Thro' future Life's mysterious Scene ; Oft from the dark and fullen Sky
Breaks forth a Sunshine unforeseen, As now bright Hymen's Lamp, with sudden Blaze, Difpell’d the Gloom that hover'd o'er my Days!
Thanks that my once-thought cruel Fate,
And, that Defire on Choice might wait,
Réserv'd me for maturer Age, When Truth and Friendship, and Affections pure, Feed the soft Flame, and lasting Joys assure.
Thanks to the Muse, that o'er my Birth
Presiding, gave me to despise
The Wealth, the Pomp that others prize ;
'Twas thus I pray’d, nor vain my Pray'r,
Heaven, all-indulgent, hath bestow'd
Wise, faithful, amiable and good,
Hence Æra of my Days proceed,
The past was all a void Forlorn: 'Tis from this Date I live indeed
To Hymneneal Solace born: