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THE DOG AND THE WATER-LILY.
THE noon was shady, and soft airs
My spaniel, prettiest of his race,
(Two nymphs* adorn'd with ev'ry grace
Now wanton'd lost in flags and reeds,
Now starting into sight,
Pursu'd the swallow o'er the meads
It was the time when Ouse display'd
With cane extended far I sought
*Sir Robert Gunning's daughters.
THE DOG AND THE WATER LILY.
But still the prize, though nearly caught,
Beau mark'd my unsuccessful pains
But with a cherup clear and strong,
I thence withdrew, and follow'd long
My ramble ended, I return'd;
The floating wreath again discern'd,
I saw him with that lily cropp'd,
My quick approach, and soon he dropp'd
Charm'd with the sight, the world, I cried,
But chief myself I will enjoin,
To show a love as prompt as thine,
Air-"The Lass of Pattie's Mill."
WHEN all within is peace,
How nature seems to smile!
It is content of heart
Gives nature power to please;
Can make a wint'ry sky
The vast majestic globe,
*Also written at the request of Lady Austen. 276
In nature's various robe,
With wondrous skill display'd, Is to a mourner's heart
A dreary wild at best;
EPITAPH ON A HARE.
HERE lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue,
Old Tiney, surliest of his kind,
Though duly from my hand he took
His diet was of wheaten bread,
With sand to scour his maw.
On twigs of hawthorn he regal'd,