Should wealth make all our comforts sure, We may be useful to the poor; Though we have servants to attend, A life that 's spent for self alone, However trifling what we do, THE BOYS AND WOLF. FORTH from an humble, happy cot Far through the deep and darksome wood With fearless steps they roam, Gathering the fallen branch and bough, To light the hearth of home. With well-filled basket, back again They tread their grassy way, Beguiling time, and distance too, With some sweet, simple lay. But quick before their startled gaze, With glaring eyes, and shining teeth The shaggy brute drew near, Checking the life-blood in their veins With horror and with fear. The eldest boy, with manly heart, The unequal strife had scarce begun, Trust ever to that guardian Power And stretches forth a helping hand Even in the darksome wood. ON EARLY RISING. How foolish they who lengthen night, The sprightly lark, with artless lay, How sweet to breathe the gale's perfume, And feast the eyes with nature's bloom! Along the dewy lawn to rove, And hear the music of the grove! Nor you, ye delicate and fair, Neglect to take the morning air; This will your nerves with vigor brace, Improve and heighten every grace. "T will give your breath a rich perfume, Add to your cheeks a fairer bloom; With lustre teach your eyes to glow, And health and cheerfulness bestow. 1 AMBITION. I WOULD not wear the warrior's wreath; For love and virtue sink beneath I would not seek my fame to build I would not wear the diadem By folly prized so dear; For want and woe have bought each gem, And every pearl's a tear. I would not heap the golden chest, No; let my wreath unsullied be My fame be virtuous youthMy wealth be kindness, charity My diadein be truth. NATURE'S INSTRUCTIONS. THE daily labors of the bee By stealth invade my neighbor's right. Rapacious animals we hate : Kites, hawks, and wolves deserve their fate. Do not we just abhorrence find Against thoad and serpent kind.; But envy, calumny, and spite |