LINES RIttEN NEAR RIC EVENING.

    , imprest

    its summer hues,

    ,

    t  path pursues!

    And see ream!

    A little moment past, so smiling!

    And still, perhless gleam,

    Some oterer beguiling.

    Suchful bard allure,

    But, he following gloom,

    heir colours shall endure

    till peace go o tomb.

    --And let ,

    And w if  die in sorrow!

    c,

    to-morrow?

    Glide gently, thus for ever glide,

    O t other bards may see,

    As lovely visions by thy side

    As noo me.

    Oream! for ever so;

    t soul on all bestowing,

    till all our minds for ever ?ow,

    As ters now are ?owing.

    Vain t! yet be as no,

    t in ters may be seen

    ts ,

    , how solemn, how serene!

    Suc did once t bless,

    er_ ditty,

    Could ?nd no refuge from distress,

    But in ty.

    Remembrance! as we glide along,

    For he dashing oar,

    And pray t never child of Song

    May know his freezing sorrows more.

    ill! the only sound,

    the oar suspended!

    --thers round

    By virtues  potended.

    [3] Collinss Ode on t ten, Ibelieve, of time. to in t stanza.