LEDYARD TO HIS MISTRESS.

Dost wish to roam in foreign climes

Forget thy home and long past times?

Dost wish to be a wand'rer's bride,

And all thy thoughts in him confide?

Thou canst not traverse mountain seas,

Nor bear cold Lapland's freezing breeze;

Thou canst not bear the torrid heats,

Nor brave the toils a wand'rer meets;

Thou wouldst faint, dearest, with fatigue

Trav'ling the desert's sandy league.

Pale hunger with her sickly pains

Will silence thy heroic strains;

Thy heart—now warmly beats—will chill

And stop thy lover's wonted skill.

He could not see thee pine and weep

Nor could he ease thy troubled sleep—

'Twould quite unman his firm resolve,

And with grief thy love involve.

Terrenus.