Then the meads must be spangled, And glittering grove With OCEANS of dew! Your beautiful morn; And the thickets must be tangled For the sake of your spangled. Now having found Yourself on firm ground, You may roam along the edges Of hawthorn hedges; Then bid beds of roses And pretty pink posies Ravish our eyes and captivate our noses Interweave, if you will, The hyacinth and daffodil, With now and then a big weed Of purslain and of pig weed, And add fragrant crops Of potatoe tops, In our vernacular idiom call'd a rain bow, Which perhaps the unpoetick reader would fain know. Then positively declare, That Amanda the fair, Who really beats the Dutch, Exceeds as much All such As does a fine lilack silk gown Yea, far more excells Your Moggies and Nells, Then doth the noontide blaze the scintillating fire fly. THE BEAUTIFUL MANIACK. NOW Night's sullen Noon spreads her mantle around, And menacing thunders roll solemn in air, Amanda's sad accents the woodlands resound, Dark mountains re-echo these plaints of despair. "See how the gloom deepens, the rude tempest. roars, "And loud the rough North-wind howls through the expanse, "Old Ocean, hoarse murmuring, lashes the shores, "While phantoms of night o'er the wild desert dance. "The prominent cliff, that impends o'er the flood "Responds to the ominous scream of the owl; "Grim wolves rave infuriate through the dark wood, "Their orgies nocturnal discordantly howl! "Here, pensively straying, I'll climb the tall steep, "While Night's leaden sceptre bids nature re pose, "From the brow of the precipice plunge in the deep, "And thus put an end to my numberless woes. "In the gay morn of life surely none was more blest, "To the blithe song of pleasure I danc'd o'er the green, "Of innocence, beauty, and fortune possest, "While sportive festivity hail'd me her queen., "To solace my parents my pleasing employ, "Their life's rugged passage with flow'rets to strow, ❝ Amanda their hope, and Amanda their joy, "Her happiness all that they wish'd for below. |