Oh! soon shall all thy sorrow cease,
And, to thine aching bosom, peace
Shall quick return;--another tear
To love and joy, supremely dear,
Shall give thy gen'rous mind relief--
That tear shall gem the laurel leaf.




LINES

TO MISS ----,

ACCOMPANIED BY A ROSE AND A LILY.



I look'd the fragrant garden round
For what I thought would picture best
Thy beauty and thy modesty;
A lily and a rose I found,--
With kisses on their leaves imprest,
I send the beauteous pair to thee.




SONG.