Thou, stranger, that shalt come this way, Here still a lofty rock remains, On which the curious eye may trace (Now wasted, half, by wearing rains) The fancies of a ruder race. Here still an aged elm aspires, There oft a restless Indian queen (Pale Shebah, with her braided hair) And many a barbarous form is seen To chide the man that lingers there. By midnight moons, o'er moistening dews; The hunter still the deer pursues, And long shall timorous fancy see TO A DOG [Occasioned by putting him on shore at the Island of Sapola, for theft] Since Nature taught you, Tray, to be a thief, What if you stole a handsome round of beef; Theft, in your code of laws, no crime was made. The ten commandments you had never read, But art and Nature, careful to conceal, Disclos'd not even the Eighth — Thou shalt not steal. Then to the green wood, caitiff, haste away: There take your chance to live - for Truth must say, We have no right, for theft, to hang up Tray. ON THE SLEEP OF PLANTS When suns are set, and stars in view, The Summer heats and lengthening days At early dawn each plant survey, Yon' garden plant, with weeds o'er-run, Like us, the slave of cold and heat, With Reason, only less complete Than that which makes the boast of man. Thus, moulded from one common clay, By Nature subject to decay, By Nature meant to bloom again! TO MY BOOK Seven years are now elaps'd, dear rambling volume, I sent you forth to vex and gall 'em, Or drive them to the shades below: With spirit, still, of Democratic proof, In this bard-baiting clime, Take pet, make wings, say prayers, and flit away. "Virtue, order, and religion, "Haste, and seek some other region; For seven years past, a host of busy foes White, black, and grey, by night and day; These eastern gales a cloud of insects bring That fluttering, snivelling, whimpering - on the wing And, wafted still as discord's demon guides, Flock round the flame, that yet shall singe their hides. Well! let the fates decree whate'er they please: |