While here thy virtues shine,
For I defy the world to shew
Associate like to mine!"

The dog, he now press'd to his heart,
Then utter'd this desire;
"Stranger if thine a poet's art,
Let Hero wake thy lyre!"

His wish was kind--may love so true.
Ne'er want its wishes long:
Thus from his fond suggestion grew,
This tributary song.


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THE HALCYON.


BALLAD THE TWELFTH.

Not only men of stormy minds,
The storms of trouble know,
All creatures of this earth must find
A share of earthly woe!