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THE BRAES OF YARROW. THY braes were bonny, Yarrow stream!

“ When first on t'rtin I met my lov'r; “ Thy braes how dreary, Yarrow stream!

“ When now thy waves his body cov’r! “ For ever now, O Yarrow stream!

“ Thou art to me a stream of forrow; “ For never on thy banks shall I,

“ Behold my love, the flow'r of Yarrow. “ He promis'd me a milk-white fteed,

“ To bear me to his father's bow'rs; “ He promis'd me a little page,

“ To 'squire me to his father's tow'rs; “ He promis’d me a wedding-ring

The wedding-day was fix'd to-morrow « Now he is wedded to his

grave, “ Alas!' his wat’ry grave in Yarrow! “ Sweet were his words when laft we met;

My passion I as freely told him! Clasp'd in his arms, I little thought

“ That I should never more behold him! “ Scarce was he gone,

I saw his ghoft; " It vanish'd with a shriek of forrow; “ Thrice did the water-wraith ascend,

“ And gave a doleful groan through Yarrow. “ His mother from the window look'd,

• With all the longing of a mother; “ His little sister weeping walk'd

The green-wood path to meet her brother: They fought him east, they fought him west,

“ They fought him all the foreit thorough; “ They only law the cloud of night,

They only heard the roar of Yarrow. “ No longer from thy window look,

“ Thou hast no fon, thou tender mother! No longer walk, thou lovely maid !

55 Alas, thou haft no more a brother!

5. No longer seek him east or weft,

“ And search no more the forest thorough, “ For, wand'ring in the night so dark,

“ He fell a lifeless corse in Yarrow. 6. The tear shall never leave my cheek,

" No other youth shall be my marrow; “ I'll seek thy, body in the stream,

" And then with thee I'll neep in Yarrow.The tear did never leave her cheek,

No other youth became her marrow; She found his body in the stream,

And now with him the sleeps in Yarrow,

EVENING.
EVENING now from purple wings

Sheds the grateful gists she brings ;
Brilliant drops bedeck the mead,
Cooling breezes shake the reed;
Shake the reed, and curl the stream,
Silver'd o'er with Cynthia's beam;
Near the chequer'd, lonely grove,
Hears, and keeps thy fecrets, Love.
Stella, thither let us stray !
Lightly o'er the dewy way.
Prebus drives his burning car,
Hence, my lovely 'STELLA, far;
In his stead, the queen of night
Round us pours a lambent light;
Light that seems but just to thow
Breasts that beat, and cheeks that glow;
Let us now, in whisper'd joy,
EVENING's filent hours employ,
Silence best, and conscious shades,
Please the hearts that love invades:
Other pleasures give them pain,
Lovers all but love disdain.

CONTENT.
O THOU, the nymph with placid eye!

O feldom found, yet ever nigh;

Receive my temp'rate vow;
Not all the storms that make the pole
Can e'er disturb thy halcyon soul,

And smooth, unalter'd brow.
O come! in fimplest veft array'd,
With all thy fober cheer display'd,

To bless my longing fight;
Thy mien compos'd, thy even pace,
Thy meek regard, thy matron grace,

And chalte fubdu'd delight.
No more my varying passions beat,
O gentle guide my pilgrim feet

To find thy hermit cell;
Where in fome pure and equal sky,
Beneath thy foft indulgent eye,

The modest VIRTUES dwell.
SIMPILCITY, in attic vest,
And INNOCENCE, with candid breast,

And clear undaunted eye;
And hope, who points to distant years,
Fair op’ning through the vale of tears

A vista to the sky.
There HEALTH, through whose calm boson glide
The températe joys in even tide,

That rarely ebb or flow;
And PATIENCE there, thy sister meek,
Presents her mild, unvarying cheek,

To meet the offer'd blow.
Her influence taught the Phrygian sage,
A tyrant master's wanton rage

With settled fmiles to meet :
Inur'd to toil, and bitter bread,
He bow'd his meek, submitted head,

And kiss'd thy fainted feet.

But thou, Oh, nymph! retir'd and coy;
In what brown hamlet doft-thou joy

To tell thy tender tale :
The lowlieft children on the ground;
Moss-rose and violet-blossom round,

And lily of the vale.
O! fay, what soft propitious hour
I best may choose to hail thy pow'r,

And court thy gentle sway?
When Autumn, friendly to the muse,
Shall thy own modest tints diffuse,

And shed thy milder day.
When eve, her dewy-star beneath,
Thy balmy spirit loves to breathe,

And ev'ry storm is laid;
If such an hour was e'er thy choice,
Oft let me hear thy foothing voice

Low whispering through the shade. :

FRIENDSHIP. FRIENDSHIP, peculiar boon of heav'n,

The noble mind's delight and pride, To men and angels only giv'n,

To all the lower world deny'd.
While Love, unknown among the blest,

Parent of thousand wild desires,
The favage and the human breast

Torments alike, with raging fires. With bright, but oft destructive gleam,

Alike o'er all his lightnings fly, Thy lambent glories only beam

Around the fav’rites of the sky.
Thy gentle flows of guiltless joys

On fools and villains ne'er defcend,
In vain for thee the tyrant fighs,
And hugs a flatt'rer for a friend.

Q:

Directress of the brave and just,

O guide us through life's darksome way!
And let the tortures of mistrust,

On felfish bofoms only prey.
Nor shall thine ardours cease to glow,

When souls to peaceful climes remove:
What rais'd our VIRTUE here below,

Shall aid our HAPPINESS above.

INNOCENCE. ,TWAS when the flow declining ray

Had ting’d the cloud with ev’ning gold; No warbler pour’d the melting lay,

No sound disturb’d the sleeping fold; When by a murm’ring rill reclin'd,

Sat wrapt in thought a wand'ring swain ; Calm PEACE compos’d his musing mind;

And thus he rais’d the flowing strain : “ Hail, INNOCENce! celestial maid !

“ What joys thy blushing charms reveal ! “ Sweet, as the arbour's cooling shade,

" And milder than the vernal gale. « On thee attends a radiant quire,

“ Soft smiling PEACE, and downy REST, “ With love, that prompts the warbling lyre,

- And Hope, that soothes the throbbing breaft. « 0, sent from heav'n to haunt the grove,

" Where squint-ey'd Envy ne'er can come! “ Nor pines the cheek with luckless love,

“ Nor anguish chills the living bloom : “ But spotless BEAUTY, rob’d in white,

“ Sits on yon moss-grown hill reclin'd, “ Serene as heav’n’s unfully'd light, *" And pure as DELIA's gentle mind:

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