No water from Seltzer the vessel contain'd, Nor has Pyrmont or Spa such a remedy known; For she candidly, since the prescription, explain'd, Prepar'd by a process entirely her own. The tears which at church on Good Friday she shed, After Easter was over, had fairly been dry'd, But the 'kerchief on which she supported her head Was laid with the precious effusion aside. This 'kerchief, to bleech in the sunshine was plac'd, And expos'd to the weather by night and by day; With snow-flakes of April was often incas'd, And moisten'd as often by dew-drops of May. In ether's high region, where thunders prevail, Those drops by explosion's electric were form'd, Had once in descending been frozen to hail, And twice in the rainbow's refraction been warm'd. Collecting these drops on their fall from above, With myrtle's quintessence she tinctur'd the mass; Then breath'd in the mixture the spirit of love, And blessing, enclos'd it securely in glass. This potent elixir, he plainly observes, Of his head and his heart has pervaded the whole; Excites every fibre, and quickens the nerves, With sweet agitation delighting the soul. Yet he fears its effects on his temper and health Will make him his toilsome exertions disclaim; No more be devoted to projects of wealth, Nor seek to be crown'd with the laurels of Fame. Nay--an antidote sovereign he long has possess'd, His affections from spells and enchantments to free; No foreign intruder can enter a breast, Pre-occupied, heart winning S----h by thee. IMPROMPTU. [_On Miss ----'s paying the tribute of a tear to a scene of distress._] BY JACOB MORTON.--1790. Soft as the dews of evening skies Which on the flow'ret's bosom fall, Were those sweet tears in Anna's eyes Which wak'd at pity's gentle call. Ah! may that tender, feeling heart, Where thus sweet sympathy doth glow, Ne'er feel the pang of sorrow's dart, Nor sigh--but for _another's_ wo. APPEAL TO A CERTAIN GREAT MAN, WHO HAS QUESTIONED CERTAIN REVEALED TRUTHS. BY A. L. BLAUVELT.--1805. Thou talk'st of _Reason's_ unassisted eye: Lift then thy darling Reason to the sky,-- Paint, if thou wilt, the unincumber'd mind, Vast in its powers, and in its views refin'd; To truth aspiring on the wings of day, And spanning systems with a godlike sway. The portrait you have formed you dread to own, And Guilt's deep blushes o'er its shades are thrown: For has the Almighty thus inform'd the race, His _truth_ to question and his laws deface? Bestow'd a mind the Eternal's mind to blame, And _Reason's_ deathless force, His reason to defame? As well might Jove's imperial bird defy The Power that made him soar, because he soars so high. LINES TO A DAUGHTER OF THE LATE GOVERNOR CLINTON.