LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL SPRING IN ONCE more, sweet Stream! with slow foot wander ing near, I bless thy milky waters cold and clear. Or starting pauses with hope-mingled dread LINES ON A FRIEND. WHO DIED OF A FRENZY FEVER INDUCED BY CALUMNIOUS REPORTS. EDMUND! thy grave with aching eye I scan, A Brother's fate will haply rouse the tear, But if our fond hearts call to PLEASURE's bower Some pigmy FOLLY in a careless hour, The faithless guest shall stamp the enchanted ground VOL. I. E Rest, injur'd shade! Shall SLANDER squatting near In Merit's joy, and Poverty's meek woe; With that rolled around in asking gaze, eye And tongue that trafficked in the trade of praise. To me hath Heaven with bounteous hand assigned The daring ken of Truth, the Patriot's part, |