A FRAGMENT. FROM out the pregnant stores of the fierce North, Where, mid confusion dire and dangers terrible, Storms lie, and tempests nestle into being, See it blackens! Clouds roll in dark magnificence, And Gothick grandeur mounts -As if some spirit, from the nether dell Of Chaos, having torn the volving fragments, And these, now by contending winds condens'd, But 'tis the ruler of the hosts on high :. Some trivial exercise of power divine, For purposes-to him best known-but wise, For wisdom is the daughter of Divinity. TO YONDER BEAUTEOUS LITTLE BIRD THAT SINGS SO PLEASINGLY.* PRETTY little warbling note, Do not cease, so soon, to float- Hushing still your young to rest? -Does she call you ? fare you well Only close the parting swell. *This was the title given the piece at the time it was written and is, therefore, still retained. THE FLY.-A FABLE. FANCY paints the distant scene, In summer ray was hung to view, The little host of wand'ring flies, The same in form, appearance too -As constantly to victim true. But now a damp'ning cloud had pass'd, And o'er its form profusely cast, What soon a bright deception made, By help of Sun's returning aid; It hung, and glisten'd in the beam. A Fly, of days a few advanc'd, Where nothing turn'd up strange or new: Well vers'd was he by what to know, The dangers spread by subtle foe; At least, he surely thought him so. But now, perchance, as near he drew Really prov'd to be but air. (Thus passion blinds the impetuous youth, And fancy, falsehood gilds, for truth.) His head thus turn'd, he nearer drew, And thought yon glist'ning something new ; Or pleasure, which was passing gains : He mourns his sad decisive fate. The spider scarcely staid to give |