JOY. JOY beams upon my sight, Like a vision of the night; Like the star that softly shines, And its silver ray entwines, Round the visual orb at sea, When the mariner, like me, "Lost in clouds, in tempests tost," ROZANNA. ROZANNA wander'd o'er the wild, With hope and heart forlorn, Misfortunes lone, neglected child, And seem'd as made to mourn. Her cheek was pale, her eye was wan, Dull sorrow held her brow, With care and grief her soul was torn -She'd heard a broken vow. Her tender years a lover knew, Who seem'd devoid of guile, With heart, as bland as morning dew, Estrang'd from every wile : And oft they wander'd down the maze,, Where flow'ry nature spread, And oft they shrunk from idle gaze, Within the willow's shade :: The future flow'd before her eye A gay and happy scene, Like azure of the ev❜ning sky, Or like the meadows green.. But viler than the viper's fang, Was Henry's villain heart, And deadlier than fell slander's slang, His treach'rous wily art. The lovely, cherish'd, future scene, He chang'd to desert wild, And now she wanders o'er the green, Misfortune's lonely child. “But maiden! dry the falling tear,. "And raise that humble eye. "-Repentance drives away your fear And hope from Heav'n is nigh. "See mercy, floating, downward glide, "While love assists its way, "Divinest joys their course betide "They ope the fount of day. "But-Henry-mark his bitter pangs! "His heart with pain is torn ; "A scorpion sharpens there its fangs ""Tis he has cause to mourn. "Then pray for him, while you forgive, "And pray in accents mild, "That he-while yet repentance lives, "Become its humble child." RELIGION. SOFT as azure, clear as May, Tender as the woodland dove ; Milder than the ev'ning ray, Lovely as the purest love : Comfort-bearing, soul-delighting, Like the azure shedding pleasure So from the treasure without measure, This delights the soul that's true: As the dew drop, from the tree top, In the breeze of morning air, So does true hope, from above drop, On the pious humble pray'r: |