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AH SURE A PAIR WERE NEVER SEEN.
TUNE—" Highland Laddie.”
So elegantly form’d by nature;
The maid in ev'ry graceful feature.
When kindred beauties each discovers;
And thou to bless this charming creature.
Will early learn the task of duty,
The girls with all their mother's beauty.
At once such graces and such spirit!
Each blessing equal to your merit.
THE HEART THAT CAN FEEL FOR ANOTHER. Jack Stedfast and I were both messmates at sea,
And plough'd half the world o'er together, And many hot battles encounter'd have we,
Strange climates, and all kinds of weather.
Determind to stand by each other;
Is the heart that can feel for another.
And death yawn'd on all sides around us,
Smooth seas and rough billows, to us were the same,
Convinc'd we must brave each and t'other; And like jolly sailors, in life's chequer'd game,
Give the heart that can feel for another. Thus smiling at peril, at sea or on shore,
We box the old compass right cheerly; Toss the cann, boys, about—and a word or two more,
Yes, drank to the girls we lov'd dearly. For sailors, pray mind me, tho strange kind of fish,
Love the girls just as dear as their mother; And what's more, they love, what I hope you all wish,
'Tis the heart that can feel for another.
ROSES WILL FADE.
Oh! roses are sweet on the beds where they grow,
Fresh spangled with dews of the morn; On nature's kind bosom in safety they glow,
Protected by many a thorn. There awhile in full richness exists the sweet flower,
Till its fast falling leaves drop around; Then soon of the charms of the pride of the bower, There's nought but the thorns can be found.
Ah! roses are sweet, but sweet roses will fade!
So fares it with beauty in life's early prime,
When arm'd with stern rigour the breast;
Then sinks into age still unblest;
How you guard your soft breast from Love's woes, Lest apathy, spreading like thorns round your heart, You at last drop alone like the rose :
For roses are sweet, but sweet roses will fade !
Encompass'd in an angel's frame,
An angel's virtues lay :
And call'd its own away.
Can never more return !
Ah me! my Anna's urn!
Can I forget that bliss refin'd,
Which, bless'd with her, I knew ?
Were bound by love too true.
In festive dance to turn,
Now weeping deck her urn.
She clasp'd me to her breast, « To part with thee is all my pain !”
She cried, then sunk to rest ! While mem'ry shall her seat retain,
From beauteous Anna torn, My heart shall breathe its ceaseless strain
Of sorrow o'er her urn.
There, with the earliest dawn, a dove
Laments her murder'd mate : There Philomela, lost to love,
Tells the pale moon her fate.
and ivy round me spread,
DRINK TO ME ONLY.
DRINK to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
And I'll not look for wine.
Doth ask a drink divine;
I would not change for thine.
Not so much hon’ring thee,
It would not wither'd be.
And sent it back to me;
Not of itself, but thee.
WE BRETHREN FREE MASONS.
We brethren Free-Masons, let's mark the great name,
Let the strength of our reason keep the square
THE NEGRO BOY.
And selfish views alone bear sway,
Alas! for this poor simple toy,
I sold a blooming Negro Boy,
Though black yet comely to the view,
him to a ruffian crew,
I sold the blooming Negro Boy.
His tender limbs in chains confin'd,
But still to gain this simple toy,