The Victory.

‘ We brav'd Life's storm together; while that Drone,

‘ Your poor old Uncle, WALTER, liv'd alone.

‘ He died the other day: when round his bed

‘ No tender soothing tear Affection shed —

‘ Affection!‘ twas a plant he never knew;—

‘ Why should he feast on fruits he never grew?’

WALTER caught fire: nor was he charm'd alone

With conscious Truth's firm elevated tone;

JANE from her seat sprang forward, half afraid,

Attesting with a blush what Goody said.

Her Lover took a more decided part:—

( O!‘ twas the very Chord that touch'd his heart,) —

Alive to the best feelings man can prize,

A Bridegroom's transport sparkled in his eyes;

Love, conquering power, with unrestricted range

Silenc'd the arguments of Time and Change;

And led his vot'ry on, and bade him view,

And prize the light-wing'd moments as they flew: