When acts of affection have soften’d the heart, And taught two fond bosoms in union to glow, Oh! how sweet is the joy that their meetings impart, The pleasures how lively from converse that flow. But oh! when the warm hand of friendship sincere, Is shook—and those pleasures are soon to be past, How painful the thought, and how galling the fear, That friends are assembled—perhaps for the last. Yes! such were the pangs I was destined to know, When from thy dear circle I lately withdrew; And I said, as we parted, wherever I go, Oh! think of me often, and I’ll think of you. ’Tis thus we may still, although seas intervene, In fond recollection past pleasures recall, And forget in our dreams of the days that have been, The woes that await us—the ills that befall. And oft, as ye rove o’er the frequented green, Or pause at high noon, to regale in the shade, Remember how oft with you there I have been, When summer with roses enamelled the glade. The flowers of your fields, they were lovely and fair, And charmed with their fragrance the hours that are gone, Yet, it had been a desert if you’d not been there, Ye tender and beautiful nymphs of the lawn. Adieu, smiling circle; wherever I go, In memory still shall I turn to this spot, And cherish thy noble and generous glow, Till virtue, and friendship, and love be forgot. ON THOSE WHO FELL IN THE WAR OF 1812. On Niagara’s banks they sleep, And in Erie’s stormy deep, Where the rapid Wabash glides, On Ontario’s warlike sides; By the deep, where Lawrence fell, Or in lone Moravian dell, On the field where Pike was slain, At Sandusky—at Champlain. There the bones of heroes rest; Honor’d, loved, lamented, blest. KEENE, N. H. 1815. ON THE MARRIAGE OF MR. SAVAGE TO MISS WILD. [1811.] Long had a Savage roved the lonely bower, Braved the cold storm and trod the dangerous glen, Till touched by love’s all humanizing power, He sought that happiest state of peaceful men. No more wan care, his tardy hours beguiled, But fixed in thought, in hymen’s fetters tied, Deep in the tempting bosom of a Wild, His every wish, hope, peace and joy abide. LIKES AND DISLIKES. Whate’er is false, impertinent or dull, A fop, a meddler, formalist or fool, O’erbearing consequence, o’ervaunting sense, The lounger’s visit, and the rake’s pretence, The idle man’s excuse, the babbler’s prate, These ask for censure, and all these I hate.