POEMS.
"Whoever thinks a perfect piece to see,
Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, or e'er shall be."—Pope.
Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, or e'er shall be."—Pope.
IMPROVEMENT.
Since learning spread o'er wide creation's plan,
And mighty Genius owned a sire In man,
From Science dawning to the present time,
In every age and every varied clime,
Lured on by power, by conquest and by fame,
Man's noble spirit finds a well-earned name.
We proudly trace in wond'rous works of art,
The high aspirings of some skilful heart.
I sing Improvement! She, whose magic hand,
Spreads o'er the earth her fast increasing band;
And with a quenchless spirit, onward still,
Yields to no power, and obeys no will,
Save that alone which bids the yearning soul
Spurn all oppression, shunning all control,
And mighty Genius owned a sire In man,
From Science dawning to the present time,
In every age and every varied clime,
Lured on by power, by conquest and by fame,
Man's noble spirit finds a well-earned name.
We proudly trace in wond'rous works of art,
The high aspirings of some skilful heart.
I sing Improvement! She, whose magic hand,
Spreads o'er the earth her fast increasing band;
And with a quenchless spirit, onward still,
Yields to no power, and obeys no will,
Save that alone which bids the yearning soul
Spurn all oppression, shunning all control,
