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Enliv'ning Summer! sweet thy breezes blow; O'er the blue waves they shake the dewy wing;Thy fragrant wild-flowers in the meadows glow, And feather'd warblers bid the echoes ring.
Fair as thou art, fair Summer! thou must die— Short in this cloudy region, is thy reign;The howling storm shall darken o'er the sky, And wither all thy flow'rets on the plain.
And shorter still our fleeting summer day! Too soon, alas! life's wintry storms arise—Then let us fix our hopes, where best we may, And look for comfort, only, in the skies.
FRIENDSHIP AND LOVE.
What is Friendship—what is Love?— Say, did they ever deign to smileOn man, or quit the realms above To sweeten all his care and toil?
Friendship is a lovely flow'r, That gaily blooms to summer-skies;But, ah! in sorrow's trying hour The sickly blossom droops and dies.
