But college sophs of modern times,
In Sloth's soft lap reclin'd,

Will praise the fair in well turn'd rhymes,
Yet leave them to the wind.

He talks of gaining hearts of beaux,
To please the angry fair;

But whether they have hearts to lose,
He does not know nor care.

Ah! sly observer, deeply read
In Nature's ample page;

Too well

you know that beaux well-bred,

In this self-loving age,

In panoply of lead and brass

Their cautious hearts unfold,

Which beauty cannot pierce, alas!
Unless with darts of gold!

The jealous God, from glittering scenes

On purple pinions flies,

To dwell where Truth and Nature reigns,

And victims pure supplies.

To rights of men a foe confest,
No limits bar his throne,

A despot o'er the generous breast,

He loves to rule alone.

Tho' beaux should yawn, or oysters gape,
Or drenching rains descend,
Methinks the fair might still escape

The scorning of a friend.

He whom the Muses all regard,
Against our power rebels,

The long-descended Celtic bard
Avoids the feast of shells!

HYMN

FOR

THE SONS OF THE CLERGY.

And behold I have taken the Levites from among the

"children of Israel."

NUMBERS III. 12.

How blest those olive plants that

Beneath the altar's sacred shade,

grow

Where streams of fresh instruction flow
And Comfort's humble board is spread.

'Twas thus the swallow rear'd her young, Secure within the house of GOD,

Of whom the Royal Prophet sung,

When banish'd from that blest abode.

When, like the swallow's tender brood,
They leave the kind paternal dome,
On weary wing to seek their food,
Or find in other climes a home;

Where'er they roam, where'er they rest,
Thro' all the varied scenes of life,
Whether with tranquil plenty blest,
Or doom'd to share the deadly strife;

Still

grace

divine

the streams of may Glide softly near their devious way; And faith's fair light serenely shine,

To change their darkness into day.

Still may they with fraternal love

Each other's shield and aid become; And while thro' distant realms they rove, Remember still their childhood's home;

The simple life, the frugal fare,

The kind parental counsels given,

The tender love, the pious care,

That early winged their hopes to heav'n.

And when the evening shades decline,

And when life's toilsome task is o'er, May they each earthly wish resign,

And holier, happier climes explore.

And when the faithful shepherds view
Each ransom'd flock around them spread,
How will they bless the plants that grew
Beneath the altar's sacred shade!

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