18 Drowns my spirits, draws my breath! Tell me, my soul, can this be --death The world recedes ! it disappears ! Heaven opens to my eyes !- my ears With sounds seraphic ring! Land, lend your wings; I mount ! I fly! O Grave ! where is thy victory M O Death! where is thy sting?
THE LADIES PETITION TO DOCTER MOYES. Dear Doctor ! let it not transpire, How much your lectures we admire ; How at your eloquence we wonder, When you explain the cause of thunder, Of lightning, and of electricity, With so much plainness and simplicity : The origin of rocks and mountains, Of seas and rivers, lakes and fountains, Of rain and bail, and frost and show, And all the winds and storms that blow; Besides an hundred wonders more, la Of which we never heard before. But now, dear Docter ! not to flatter, There is a most important matter,--- A matter which you never touch on, ---
