THE PLAGUE IN SUMMER.
Oh golden hours! Elysian day,
Adorned with all things bright and gay;
Green boughs, and winds, and summer beams,
Lovely as Eden’s transient gleams!
But ah! the glorious robes ye wear
Deride the depths of man’s despair,
Since, lurking mid your gladsome rays,
The Plague of Ganges stalks and slays.