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With cane extended far I sought
To steer it close to land; But still the prize, though nearly caught,
Escap'd my eager hand,
Beau mark'd my unsuccessful pains
With fixt consid'rate face,
To comprehend the case.
But with a chirrup clear and strong,
Dispersing all his dream,
The windings of the stream.
My ramble finishd, I return'd.
Beau trotting far before
And plunging left the shore.
I saw him with that lily cropp'd
Impatient swim to meet My quick approach, and soon be dropp'd
The treasure at my feet.
Charm'd with the fight, the world, I cried,
Shall hear of this thy deed, My dog shall mortify the pride
Of man's fuperior breed;
But, chief, myself I will enjoin,
Awake at duty's call,
To Him who gives me all.
ON THE RECEIPT OF
MY MOTHER'S PICTURE
OUT OF NORFOLK.
THE GIFT OF MY COUSIN ANN BODHAM.
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass’d
Faithful remembrancer of one so dear,
Shall steep me in Elysian reverie,
My mother! when I learn'd that thou wast dead,
Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurs’ry floor; And where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once we call'd the past'ral house our own. Short-liv'd poffeffion! but the record fair, That mem’ry keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm that has effac'd A thousand other themes less deeply trac' Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly
land; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit or confectionary plum; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestow'd, By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glow'd: All this, and, more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughen’d by those cataracts and breaks That humour interpos’d too often makes; All this still legible in mem'ry's page, And still to be so to my latest
age, Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay Such honours to thee as my numbers may;