"Alas! what is become of them? "These fears can never be endured, "I'll to the wood."-The word scarce said, Did Susan rise up from her bed, As if by magic cured. Away she posts up hill and down, She spies her Friends, she shouts a greeting; Oh me! it is a merry meeting, As ever was in Christendom. The Owls have hardly sung their last, And with the Owls must end. For, while they all were travelling home, "Where all this long night you have been, Now Johnny all night long had heard And thus to Betty's question, he, Made answer, like a Traveller bold, (His very words I give to you,) "The Cocks did crow to-whoo, to-whoo, "And the Sun did shine so cold." -Thus answered Johnny in his glory, And that was all his travel's story. I LOVE. All Thoughts, all Passions, all Delights, Whatever stirs this mortal Frame, All are but Ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I When midway on the Mount I lay The Moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the Lights of Eve; And she was there, my Hope, my Joy, My own dear Genevieve! She lean'd against the Armed Man, Few Sorrows hath she of her own, I play'd a soft and doleful Air, She listen'd with a flitting Blush, With downcast Eyes and modest Grace; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her Face. I told her of the Knight, that wore And that for ten long Years he woo'd I told her, how he pin'd: and, ah! She listen'd with a flitting Blush, With downcast Eyes and modest Grace; And she forgave me, that I gaz'd Too fondly on her Face! But when I told the cruel scorn Which craz'd this bold and lovely Knight, And that he cross'd the mountain woods Nor rested day nor night; |