Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: TO THE MEMORY OF J W- WHO DIED IN THE WEST INDIES. 1809. Peace to thy shade — oh! friend most dear, Be no intruding sorrow nigh; Be no unhallow'd footstep near, No murmur heard, save 's sigh. What though thy loved remains are placed Far, far from anxious friendship's care, No time, no distance can efface Remembrance of thy virtues rare. Relentless fate denied the boon Thy worth first taught my heart to crave; It crush'd affection's flower at noon, Its blossoms deck thy early grave. Though rudely pluckt from nature's soil, 'Twill flourish e'en within thy tomb ; Whence, freed from earthly care and toil, With thee 't will rise to endless bloom ! ON HEARING OF A LITTLE POEM WRITTEN BY THE DAUGHTER OF SIR NATHANIEL PEACOCKE, AT THE AGE OF NINE YEARS. To cheer thee in life's chequer'd scene, Sweet girl! do the muses combine ; And a wreath for thy juvenile brow Early genius and fancy entwine ! May virtue's ineffable grace Thy talents improve and refine ; May science thy footsteps attend, And her beautiful blossoms be thine. Pursue thy poetical taste: New lustre 't will add to thy bloom; And in sorrow, which Heaven avert, It will aid to enlighten the gloom. Let truth and sweet hope be thy theme : Teach man, whatsoever be given, That happiness dwelleth not here; The Christian must seek it in heaven! 1809. " Loin de moi, loin d'ici, portez vos soupirs: " Dc 1'amour jc n'cn veux ni les peines ni les plaisirs.' No peace the restless heart can know Where love usurps tyrannic power; The wretched sport of varied woe, It ne'er can boast one peaceful hour. It flutters like imprison'd bird, That vainly beats the cage's wire ; Or, moth-like, heedless and absurd, A willing victim courts the fire....