_lawless_ love--
Prudence will prove a _screen_ to thee,
And let thy VEIL be MODESTY.
Attend my words, ye Fair, for know,
This _Crown_ shall grace the worthiest brow.

ORA.
_Columbian Centinel,_ July 27, 1814.

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_From the_ GAZETTE _of the_ U. STATES.

IMPROMPTU.

_On seeing a young Lady darning Stockings._

ALONG the stocking's foot, with ease and grace
Your fingers, lovely Mira, when you move,
On them with eye admiring I will gaze,
And drink deep draughts of all resistless love.

Assume thy gloves, my most enchanting fair,
When next your stockings you begin to mend,
For though full white the hose, they yet appear
As saffron yellow, near thy lily hand.

As constant as your all obedient thread
Does thy bright needle's devious path pursue,
So does each thought of my poor brainless head
For ever dwell, divinest nymph, on you.

Oft as thy needles pierce the yielding hose,
So oft thy beauties pierce my yielding breast:
Oh then compassionate my deep felt woes,
And bid awhile the polish'd needle rest.

Or if one idle minute you disdain,
On me be exercis'd your mending art,
Yes, lovely maid, to ease of my pain,
Come, darn the hole that rankles in my heart.

_Salem Gazette,_ August 26, 1800.

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THE WHITE CLOVER.

BY A LADY OF NEW HAMPSHIRE.

THERE is a little perfum'd flower,
It well might grace the lovliest bower,
Yet poet never deign'd to sing
Of such a humble, rustic thing.
Nor is it strange, for it can show
Scarcely one tint of Iris' bow:
Nature, perchance, in careless hour,
With pencil dry, might paint the flower;
Yet instant blush'd, her fault to see,
So gave a double fragrancy;
Rich recompence for aught denied!
Who would not homely garb abide,
If gentlest soul were breathing there,
Blessings through all its little sphere?
Sweet flower! the lesson thou hast taught,
Shall check each proud, ambitious thought,
Teach me internal worth to prize,
Though found in lowliest, rudest guise.

_Salem Gazette,_ June 27, 1815.

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