The Suitors.

Wealth sought the bower of Beauty,

Dressed like a modern beau:

Just then Love, Health, and Duty

Took up their hats to go.

Wealth such a cordial welcome met,

As made the others grieve;

So Duty shunned the gay coquette,

Love, pouting, took French leave —

He did!

Love, pouting, took French leave!

Old Time, the friend of Duty,

Next called to see the fair;

He laid his hand on Beauty,

And left her in despair

Wealth vanished!— Last went rosy Health —

And she was doomed to prove

That those who Duty slight for Wealth,

Can never hope for Love!

Ah, no!

Can never hope for Love!