SONG.

GIVE me, Charlotte, e'er we part,

Some dear token of your heart:
Look on me, and let me spy,

In the language of your eye,
Gentle pardon of my Love,
Smiling grace, that may remove
Fear, and doubt, and dull despair:

Smile; and I will fancy there

Soft compassion of my flame,

Love, that comes in Friendship's name;

Leave to hope for future bliss :--

Weep, and I am sure of this!

TO DELIA.

DRIED be that tear, my gentlest love,
Be hush'd that struggling sigh,
Not Season's day, nor fate shall prove
More fixt, more true than I!

Hush'd be that sigh, be dry that tear,
Cease boding doubt, cease anxious fear.

Dost ask how long my vows shall stay When all that's new is past?

How long my Delia, can I say

How long my life will last?

Dried be that tear, be hush'd that sigh,

At least I'll love thee till I die.

And does that thought affect thee too, The thought of Sylvio's death, That he who only breathes for you

Must yield that faithful breath? Hush'd be that sigh, be dried that tear, Nor let us lose our heaven here!

ΤΟ

A LADY,

WHO SEEMED TO TRIFLE WITH THE AUTHOR'S PASSION.

CALL

me not false: by Heaven's decree Before thy haughty charms I bow'd:

But Heav'n foresaw thy cruelty;

And, from thy scorn to set me free,
A more enlarged love bestow'd.

On me thy smiles no longer shine;
To Delia I again remove :

What! should I in despair sit down
Beneath the darkness of thy Frown,
Until the rising of thy Love!

Still to thy beauty let me sue :

While thou art kind I'm thine alone:

But think not that I'll vainly woo;

The heart that's large enough for two

Will never, never break for one.

TO A KISS.

HUMID seal of soft affections,
Tenderest pledge of future bliss,
Dearest tie of young connexions,
Love's first snow-drop, Virgin Kiss!
Speaking silence! dumb confession!
Passion's birth and infant play!
Dove-like fondness, chaste concession,
Glowing dawn of brighter day!
Sorrowing joy! Adieu's last action,

When lingering lips no more must join!
What words can ever speak affection
So thrilling, so sincere as thine!

Thee the fond youth, untaught and simple,
Nor on the naked breast can find,
Nor yet within the cheek's small dimple---
Sole offspring thou of lip's conjoin'd!
Then haste thee to thy dewy mansion;
With Hebe spend thy laughing day,
Dwell in her rubied lip's expansion,
Bask in her eye's propitious ray!

SONG.

ARTLESS words of unfeign'd passion With harmonious numbers join'd,

Soothly try your soft persuasion

On Eliza's gentle mind.

For her ear alone intended, Other censure nought regard:

If by her you are commended,

'Tis enough for your reward.

But why thus you seek to move her,

Strive not further to explain :

If her heart will not discover,

You or I should tell in vain.