AN ORCHARD SCENE. MAY 1811. FRAGRANT breathes the op'ning blossom; Lightly hum the sipping bees; Round me flits the insect-wanderer, Sporting, beauteous, in the breeze. Hark! melodious swell the songsters, Sweet attuning grateful love Praise from nature flows abundant; Praises flow from every grove. Songster, was it nature taught you, Is it instinct I admire ? Does a spark of true devotion Make you join the Heav'nly choir ? Ha, I see them, mental viewing; Harps melodious blissful sing! Round the throne they glide rejoicing: Praise of Innocence they bring. Ah how pure their robes are flowing, Wash'd in their Redeemer's blood Praising soft, in songs rejoicing, Him who pour'd the chrystal flood. Come-Oh, give my longing vision But no murmur-time in gliding When, with souls departed shining, Ye who love on couch to languish, Ye who pine at luxury's board, Come and ease your listless anguish, Mark what joy the fields afford. Shall I trace you little warbler, Ask him where he learnt to sing- Hark! that sweet melodious swelling, Answers" of Creation's King." See the grass, by zephyr ruffled, There like pearly dew drops hanging, Blossoms smile with sheltering leaves; As the joys of life uncertain, -Scattering with the passing breeze. SOME stoick minds may, perhaps, smile at the affection herein expressed for a beloved parent-but it is not to them I write The hope of meeting friends after death is, to me, the sweetest solace of this earthly pilgrimage. MY MOTHER. COME to my bosom blissful thought, The scene where dwells my mother. Oh might you yet appear again, To him whose tears your grave have steep'd. But no-I'll waiting here remain, And meet upon the eternal deep. There sailing when my little bark, Come then oh death and aid my flight, A parent lov'd to meet her Son. But thought, why longer do you tarry, You come-now what have you explor❜d? "I've pass'd within the glorious scené, "(Faith help'd me on the way so hard) "I've wing'd along the eternal green, "Where happiness and praises dwell, "Where Halleluiahs float around, "From those whose robes accorded well, "With the sweet melody of sound. "I saw your inother-there she sung, "Amid the soft seraphick crowd |