I ask'd 'twas whisper'd, the device. To each or all might well belong; It is the spirit of paradife That prompts fuch work, a spirit strong, THE WATERFALL AND THE EGLANTINE. "Begone, thou fond prefumptuous elf," Exclaimed a thundering voice, That, all befpattered with his foam, "Doft thou presume my course to block? I'll hurl thee headlong with the rock To which thy fibres cling." The flood was tyrannous and strong; Nor did he utter groan or figh, He ventured to reply. "Ah!" faid the Briar, "blame me not; Why should we dwell in strife? We who in this, our natal spot, Once lived a happy life! You stirred me on my rocky bed What pleasure through my veins you spread! That did your cares repay. "When Spring came on with bud and bell, Among these rocks did I Before you hang my wreaths, to tell That gentle days were nigh! And in the fultry Summer hours, I sheltered you with leaves and flowers; And in my leaves-now shed and The linnet lodged, and for us two Chaunted his pretty fongs, when you Had little voice, or none. gone "But now proud thoughts are in your breastWhat grief is mine you fee. Ah! would you think, even yet, how blest Together we might be ! Though of both leaf and flower bereft, Some ornaments to me are left Rich ftore of scarlet hips is mine, With which I, in my humble way, What more he said I cannot tell, The Torrent thundered down the dell I listened, nor aught elfe could hear; |