The sun, a radiant lustre holds a while;
The image of ZELINDA'S gleamy smile.
A feeble shine does on the water play
And disappear, by turns; a fickle ray.

'ZELINDA Wept; when soon the changing skies Grew black with gathering clouds, that westward rise. Thin-scattered now, the drops, like gems, descend; Now, with the frequent shower the lilies bend!

'How calm the air! A pleasing stillness reigns; And the moist verdure brightens through the plains. Soft-sinking falls the silver rain; when, lo! Athwart th' horizon stretched, the Wat'ry Bow Swells its proud arch, with braided colours gay, That interchange their dyes, and swift decay.

The clouds disperse. The sun pursues on high His vaulted course; and glows along the sky. The linnets in the dewy bushes sing;

And every field is redolent of Spring!

May it prove

Such was the morn, ZELINDA! May it A happy emblem of AMINTOR's love! Begun by smiling hopes; but soon o'ercast! Our jealous fears, like clouds, dispersed at last. Pensive I hung my head, like drooping flowers; And tears my bosom dewed, like gentle showers. But soon with settled joys my soul is blessed; Thy face, my heaven! in lasting smiles is dressed! Let fond distrust no more past pains renew! While thou art kind; AмINTOR will be true!'

SWEET are the charms of her I love,
More fragrant than the damask rose,
Soft as the down of turtle-dove,
Gentle as wind when ZEPHYR blows,
Refreshing as descending rains
To sunburnt climes and thirsty plains.

True as the needle to the Pole,
Or as the dial to the sun;
Constant as gliding waters roll,
Whose swelling tides obey the moon;
From ev'ry other Charmer free,
My life and love shall follow thee!

The lamb, the flow'ry thyme devours.
The dam, the tender kid pursues.
Sweet PHILOMEL, in shady bowers
Of verdant Spring, her note renews.
All follow what they most admire,
As I pursue my soul's desire!

Nature must change her beauteous face, And vary as the Seasons rise:

As Winter, to the Spring gives place; Summer, th' approach of Autumn flies.

No change on Love the Seasons bring;
Love only knows perpetual Spring!

Devouring Time, with stealing pace,
Makes lofty oaks and cedars bow;
And marble towers, and walls of brass,
In his rude march, he levels low.
But Time, destroying far and wide,
LOVE, from the Soul can ne'er divide!

Death only, with his cruel dart,

The gentle Godhead can remove; And drive him from the bleeding heart, To mingle with the Blessed above; Where, known to all his kindred Train, He finds a lasting rest from pain.

LOVE, and his Sister fair, the Soul,
Twin-born, from Heaven together came.
LOVE will the Universe control,

When dying Seasons lose their name!
Divine abodes shall own his power,

When Time and Death shall be no more!

[SAID TO HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY LADY HERTFORD TO LORD WILLIAM HAMILTON.]

DEAR COLIN! prevent my warm blushes!
Since how can I speak without pain!
My eyes have oft told you their wishes!
Ah! can't you their meaning explain?
My Passion would lose by expression;
And you, too, might cruelly blame!
Then don't you expect a Confession
Of what is too tender to name!

Since yours is the province of speaking;
Why should you expect it of me?
Our wishes should be in our keeping,

Till you tell us, what they should be!
Then, quickly why don't you discover?
Did your breast feel tortures like mine,
Eyes need not tell over and over

What I, in my bosom confine !

THE ANSWER.

GOOD Madam! when Ladies are willing;
A man must needs look like a fool!
For me, I would not give a shilling
For one that is kind out of rule!
At least, you might stay for my offer;
Not snatch, like Old Maids in despair!
If you've lived to these years, without proffer;
Your sighs are now lost in the air!

You might leave me to guess by your blushing! And not speak the matter so plain!

'Tis ours to pursue, and be pushing!
'Tis yours to affect a disdain !

That you're in a pitiful taking,
By all your sweet ogles I see;

But the fruit that will fall without shaking,
Indeed, is too mellow for me!