NATURE'S MONITIONS. AN EXTRACT.

Oh! who hath not, in melancholy mood, Musing at eve in some sequestered wood, Or where the torrent's foaming waters pour, Or ocean's billows murmur on the shore; Oh! who hath not in such a moment gazed, As heaven's bright hosts in cloudless glory blazed, And felt a sadness steal upon his heart, To think that he with this fair scene must part! That while those billows heave, those waters flow, Those garnished skies refulgent still shall glow, He, that once watched them, will have passed away, His name forgot, his ashes blent with clay; Unlike those glittering orbs, those quenchless fires, Ordained to roll till Time itself expires.