The Massachusetts Spy, And Worcester County Advertiser

From the National Gazette.

THE PLEASURE BOAT.

Swiftly from the smiling shore,

The pleasure boat is gliding,

With gilded prow and dipping oar

The silver wave dividing.

Darting through the foaming spray

She skims along the billow,

Or softly scuds her silent way

Beneath the drooping willow.

The placid lake's effulgent dye,

So glittering bright before her,

And not a cloud obscures the sky

That smiles in beauty o'er her.

Along the shore the summer beam

Each floweret bud discloses,

And silver lilies catch the gleam

Of blush-diffusing roses.

Hark, the bugle's mellow strain

From hill to hill is ringing,

And every zephyr o'er the plain

The joyful note is bringing—

The Eagle from his eyrie, darts

To hear the flying numbers,

And echo, in her grotto, starts

Awakened from her slumbers.

Oh : like this lake, which, as it flows,

Reflects the blaze of Heaven,

So may the tide of life repose,

Whilst o'er it we are driven—

May every hour be calm as this,

Nor tempest dare invade us,

Till we behold, supreme in bliss,

The Mighty One that made us.