“Frail flowers (he cried) forbear your strife, Why should the charms that nature gave, To bless your _fleeting space_ of life, That space, of mild content bereave? “Let neither to the palm aspire, To each a share of praise is due, Rich is the odour of the _Brier_, And beauteous is the _Larkspur’s_ hue. “But ah, since fate with stinted hand Allots to each her little day, Let PEACE its morning beam command, And gild serene its evening ray. “For on the wing of _Speed_ draws near, Old DEATH, too faithful to his trust, And soon the _unlovely_ and the _fair_ Alike shall crumble into dust.” ANNA. New-York, July 29, 1796, * * * * * THE KISS. INSCRIBED TO OLYNDA. Those balmy lips outvie the rose, A thousand sweets at once disclose; Each kiss is heaven itself confess’d, And nature made them to be press’d. As feasts the bee on Flora’s plain, I’d sip, and sip, and sip again; At every taste new joy I’d prove, And die of aromatic love. Then, charmer, ne’er deny the bliss That flows from thy delicious kiss; And if there be a joy intense In gratifying human sense, Be love, and love alone, your plan, And me alone the happy man. NEW-YORK: _+Printed by JOHN BULL, No. 115, Cherry-Street+, where every Kind of Printing work is executed with the utmost Accuracy and Dispatch.--+Subscriptions+ for this +Magazine+ (at 2s. per month) are taken in at the Printing-Office, and by E. MITCHELL, Bookseller, No. 9, Maiden-Lane._ * * * * * * * * * * * * * * _UTILE DULCI._ THE NEW-YORK WEEKLY MAGAZINE; or, Miscellaneous Repository. +Vol. II.+] +Wednesday, August 10, 1796.+ [+No. 58.+ [[For sources, see the end of the e-text.]] +The singular state of man when asleep.+ In order to know the omnipotence and wisdom of God, we need not have recourse to extraordinary events. The most common things, the daily changes which happen in nature, and in our own bodies, are alone sufficient to convince us, in the strongest manner, that it is a Being infinite in wisdom, goodness, and power, who has created the world, and who directs every event in it. Of the great number of wonders of which he is Author, I will now mention one only; and, though it happens daily, it does not the less deserve to be remarked, and to become the object of our admiration. How often have those been refreshed and recruited by sleep, who possibly have never reflected on that state; or at least have never considered it as one of the remarkable effects of divine goodness. They think that nothing extraordinary happens when balmy sleep comes upon them. They think the machine their body is formed for that situation; and that their inclination to sleep proceeds from causes purely natural.