‘ We brav'd Life's storm together; while that Drone,
‘ Your poor old Uncle, WALTER, liv'd alone.
‘ He died the other day: when round his bed
‘ No tender soothing tear Affection shed —
‘ Affection!‘ twas a plant he never knew;—
‘ Why should he feast on fruits he never grew?’
WALTER caught fire: nor was he charm'd alone
With conscious Truth's firm elevated tone;
JANE from her seat sprang forward, half afraid,
Attesting with a blush what Goody said.
Her Lover took a more decided part:—
( O!‘ twas the very Chord that touch'd his heart,) —
Alive to the best feelings man can prize,
A Bridegroom's transport sparkled in his eyes;
Love, conquering power, with unrestricted range
Silenc'd the arguments of Time and Change;
And led his vot'ry on, and bade him view,
And prize the light-wing'd moments as they flew: