Return, and let advancing Time behold

Regenerate man, and other years of gold.

Then shall no feuds our triple realm divide,

No traitor point the dagger at its fide;

But each with patriot toils his hours shall crown, And in his country's welfare find his own.

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SMALLER POEMS, &c.

Tempore quo primùm veftis mihi tradita pura eft,

Jucundum cùm ætas florida ver ageret, Multa fatis lufi: non eft Dea nefcia noftri,

Que dulcem curis mifcet amaritiem.

CATULL. Ixvi. 15.

SMALLER POEMS.

"MUCH on my early youth I love to dwell,"
When by my father's fide, a ftripling boy,
I paced with steps unequal; fain to tell

Of fome new-practifed game, fome new-bought toy.

How oft with bliss, which later days deny,

My prattling tongue its story would repeat ! Bounding beneath his tender fmile, how high With blameless pride my filial heart would beat!

O for thofe hours of extafy again,

Which thus on life's sweet prime their lustre shed!

The radiant season I invite in vain,

With second beam to gild this orphan head:

It comes not twice. Nor boots it to repine;

I with his afhes foon may mingle mine.