WHILE tyrants sit enthron'd in state,
With trophies at their feet,
See! Round yon rock the bellowing waves
In quick succession spread!
Their dashing spray the summit laves;
While Anna , wretched maid!
O! DAMON ! how much thou art chang'd--
How cold that false bosom of thine;
Since late, on Dee's banks as we rang'd,
DEAR partner of my soul, adieu!
I go! and see, the ship's in view--
The streamers flutt'ring play,
The hardy crew unbend each sail,
BROWN Autumn's come, dispersing leaves
On all the winds--and nodding sheaves
She brings, with reapers in her train,
PREFER this Book to idle toys,
Or romps with naughty girls and boys--
Let Learning be thy chief delight,
How joyless I sit,
While for nothing I'm fit,
A part from the kindest of men!
When my babes lie asleep,
FOUR times the Sun has cross'd the Line,
Since Love and HYMEN made you mine:
Tho' we be lowly, poor, and mean,
We feel nor discontent nor spleen.
PEACE ! with thy placid mien,
Who'st long a stranger been
To Freedom's sons on Britain's rocky shore--
O come! and with thee bring