VARIETY.

Ask what prevailing, pleasing power

Allures the sportive, wandering bee

To roam untired, from flower to flower,

He'll tell you,‘ tis variety.

Look Nature round; her features trace,

Her seasons, all her changes see;

And own, upon Creation's face,

The greatest charm's variety.

For me, ye gracious powers above!

Still let me roam, unfixt and free;

In all things,— but the nymph I love

I'll change, and taste variety.

But, Patty, not a world of charms

Could e'er estrange my heart from thee;—

No, let me ever seek those arms.

There still I'll find variety.