SONG. THE season comes when first we met, Which time can ne'er restore? O days too sweet, too bright to last, The fleeting shadows of delight, In fancy stop their rapid flight, But, ah, I wake to endless woes, SONG. O TUNEFUL Voice! I still deplore Still vibrate on my heart; In echo's cave I long to dwell, And still would hear the sad farewell, When we were doom'd to part. Bright eyes, O that the task were mine, To watch them with a vestal's care, Written for, and adapted to, an original THE sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day, But glory remains when their lights fade away: Begin, you tormentors! your threats are in vain, For the son of Alknomook will never complain. Remember the arrows he shot from his bow, Remember your chiefs, by his hatchet laid low: Why so slow? Do you wait till I shrink from the pain? No; the son of Alknomook shall never complain. Remember the wood, where in ambush we lay, And the scalps which we bore from your nation away: Now the flame rises fast; you exult in my pain; But the son of Alknomook can never complain. I go to the land where my father is gone, TO MY DAUGHTER, On being separated from her on her Marriage. DEAR to my heart as life's warm stream, For thee I court the waking dream, And thus beguile the present pain Yet will it be, as when the past Twin'd every joy, and care, and thought, Of kind affections finely wrought? May he who claims thy tender heart Deserve its love, as I have done! For, kind and gentle as thou art, If so belov'd, thou'rt fairly won. Bright may the sacred torch remain, And cheer thee till we meet again! HESTHER LYNCH PIOZZI, Born 1739, died 1821, More distinguished as the friend and hostess of Johnson, than as an authoress, was the daughter of John Salusbury, Esq., of Bodvel in Caernarvonshire: her first husband was Mr. Thrale, an eminent brewer; her second, Signior Piozzi, a music-master. The superiority of The Three Warnings to her other poetical pieces, has excited suspicions that Johnson assisted her in its composition: it first appeared in "The Miscellanies" of Mrs. Anna Williams. The Three Warnings. THE tree of deepest root is found This great affection to believe, Which all confess, but few perceive, |