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    POETRY.

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    SONNET TO A NEW-BORN INFANT . 3 y her Grandmother \ Welcome , sweet stranger , to thy new abode ! All is prepar'd that ease an < J health require : ,. What nature asks is stored in little space ;

    Thy new abode is no abiding place . Splendour to him who travels is a load The wise would shun , the vain alone desire . "Welcome , sweet traveller , to thy brief abode , Not idly lofty , " nor yet meanly low . Not such as binds to earth th * immortal

    mind In selfish luxury , nor yet confin'd , As not to furnish , on life ' s crowded road , . " . ¦ Subsistence meet , and something to

    bestow . Whether thy path be rough , or soft and even , O may it upward lead , and terminate in heav ' n ! A . H .

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    THE HUSBAND TO HtS WIFE . The circling years bring round again , Life of my life ! our wedding-day ; While mem ' ry leads a misty train Of fears and pains long _ pass'd away . With eyes which fond reflections fill , Those half-forgotten pains I see , Q And almost wish I felt them still , Since it was sweet to weep for thee .

    But if —( O strange capricious heart J ^ If to recall the past once more , 'Twere doom'd that we again must part I'd spurn the boon I now implore : For though life ' s bloomy , vivid hours Be fading fast ; though sudden joys ISlo longer through despondent show'rs Tumultuous fire my ardent yeu ;

    Though I no longer see from far , Thy figure ( lighter than xh <; airj Bounding beneath the morning-star . To meet me oil the mountain there ; Yet do I find a softer grace The seat of that gay charm assume ; And milder , tenderer tints displace The richness oi thy summer ' s bloom ;

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    VThen , oft thy conscious beauty shot Triumphant shafts , to quell the free ; iSTow , those dear eyes have quite forgot To shine for any one but me . And though they now no lightnings dart . Yet ev'ry beam is full of love ; And love is beauty ' s deathless party Its source , its soul , in realms above .

    I know that all thy wishes , thoughts , Affections , hopes ,, are each mine own ; Devoted even to my faults , And prizing life for me alone . Then wherefore should I e ' er regret Those times when thou wast cold to this ; When as our youthful glances met , I trembling snatch d th * unwilling kiss ?

    Ah ! now , within my faithful arms I press thee with a fonder thrill ; I see thy soul in fuller charms , And think thy face unrivalTd still M .

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    BENEVOLENCE AN » GRATITUDE . O say what virtue of the great Gives highest polish to their state ! * Tis that which gladness can dispense To sorrow , sweet Benevolence . t O say what virtue cheers the bed , And throws a lustre round- the shed Of Poverty , so low and rude ? 'Tis the mild beam of Gratitude . P .

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    ™^ - —^^^^ mmmmmm ^^ mm * * A PARAPHRASE ON I COR . XllL A sweetly modulated song can charm But with a ceasing momentary note , That steals upon the fancy as a beam Emitted from the sun , by passing clouds

    Soon overshadowed ; darting fast away ; As ether fading ; dying ere it warms . * Tis as the tremulous ocean ' s surging wave ;—Fleet as the sound which swells and leaves the mind

    With nothing to leflectupon , —no fond Endearing thoughtsyr-compared with Charity , Whose open hand has never known the bane Of fraud ; whose lip has uniformly worn A simple , unassuming smile ; whose eyes

    Poetry.

    POETRY .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Jan. 2, 1810, page 37, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2400/page/37/