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COME, peace of mind, delightful guest!

Return and make thy downy neft

Once more in this fad heart:

Nor riches I, nor pow'r pursue,
Nor hold forbidden joys in view,

We therefore need not part.

2.

Where wilt thou dwell if not with me,

From av'rice and ambition free,

And pleasures fatal wiles;

For whom alas! doft thou prepare

The sweets that I was wont to fhare,

The banquet of thy fmiles?

The

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The great,

the gay, fhall they partake

The heav'n that thou alone canft make,

And wilt thou quit the stream

That murmurs through the dewy mead,

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For thee I panted, thee I priz❜d,

For thee I gladly facrific'd

Whate'er I lov'd before,

And fhall I fee thee ftart away,
And helpless, hopeless, hear thee fay

Farewel! we meet no more?

HUMAN FRAILTY.

I.

WEAK and irrefolute is man;

The purpose of to day

Woven with pains into his plan,
To morrow rends away.

2.

The bow well bent and smart the fpring,

Vice feems already flain,

But paffion rudely fnaps the ftring,

And it revives again.

3.

Some foe to his upright intent

Finds out his weaker part,

Virtue engages his affent,

But pleasure wins his heart.

4.

'Tis here the folly of the wife

Through all his art we view,

And while his tongue the charge denies,

His confcience owns it true.

5.

Bound on a voyage of awful length
And dangers little known,

A stranger to fuperior ftrength,
Man vainly trufts his own.

But

6.

But oars alone can ne'er prevail

To reach the diftant coaft,

The breath of heav'n must swell the fail,

Or all the toil is loft.

I.

THE MODERN PATRIOT.

REBELLION is my theme all day,

I only wish 'twould come

(As who knows but perhaps it may)

A little nearer home.

2.

Yon roaring boys who rave and fight

On t'other fide the Atlantic,

I always held them in the right,

But most fo, when most frantic.

3.

When lawless mobs infult the court,

That man fhall be my toast,

If breaking windows be the sport
Who bravely breaks the most.

4.

But oh! for him my fancy culls

The choiceft flow'rs fhe bears,

Who conftitutionally pulls

Your house about your ears.

5.

Such civil broils are my delight,
Tho' fome folks can't endure 'em,

Who say the mob are mad outright,
And that a rope must cure 'em.

6.

A rope I wish we patriots had

Such strings for all who need 'em→

What! hang a man for going mad?
Then farewel British freedom.

On obferving fome Names of little Note recorded in the BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA.

OH fond attempt to give a deathless lot,

To names ignoble, born to be forgot!

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