For the WiImingtonian.
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How transient our last pleasures are;


They're feeting rs the rainbows dye;
They for moment bless, then far,


Far from our bosoms fly.
A little while they cheer the heart,


With gay emotions, bright and warm.
Then suddenly they all depart,


Toss'd on misfortune's storm.
o 'ts a ptcous sight to see


Those whom we dearly prize,
Plung'd into dark adversely


Victims to tears and sighs.
I've seen the cheek which roses tlress'd;


I've seen the lip where smiles have play'd,
And seen the frame by health posscss'd


In sad destruction laid
In time our Joys scarce beara name;


So quickly from our breasts they're rven,
They're brief as is the lightnings fame,
That gilds the stormy heaven.
MEDLEY.