[Addressed to two swallows that flew into the Chauncy Place Church during divine service.]
GAY, guiltless pair,
What seek ye from the fields of heaven?
Ye have no need of prayer;
Ye have no sins to be forgiven.
Why perch ye here,
...
We are but two—the others sleep
Through death’s untroubled night;
We are but two—O, let us keep
The link that binds us bright.
Heart leaps to heart—the sacred flood
That warms us is the same;
That good old man—his honest blood
...
gay, guiltless pair,
What seek ye from the fields of heaven?
Ye have no need of prayer,
Ye have no sins to be forgiven.
Why perch ye here,
Where mortals to their Maker bend?
Can your pure spirits fear
The God ye never...
The news
the NEWS! our morning, noon, evening cry,
Day unto day repeats it till we die.
For this the cit, the critic, and the fop,
Dally the hour away in Tonsor’s shop;
For this the gossip takes her daily route,
And wears your threshold and your...
