1 'Twas there of just and good he reason'd strong, There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high race, Thou hill, whofe brow the antique ftructures grace, Thefe These words divine, which, on his death-bed laid, To thee, O Craggs, th' expiring fage convey'd, Great, but ill-omen'd monument of fame, Nor he furviv'd to give, nor thou to claim. 4 Swift after him thy focial fpirit flies, And close to his, how foon! thy coffin lies. III. Ah! have you feen a lily pale When beating rains descend? IV. By Lucy warn'd, of flatt'ring fwains Of vengeance due to broken vows, V. Three times all in the dead of night, Full well the love-lorn maiden knew The folemn-boding found, And thus in dying words befpake The virgins weeping round, VII. "I hear a voice you cannot hear, "That cries, I must not ftay; "I fee a hand you cannot fee, "That beckons me away. VIII. "Of VIII. "Of a falfe fwain and broken heart, "In early youth I die; "Am I to blame, because the bride "Is twice as rich as I? IX. "Ah, COLIN, give not her thy vows, "Vows due to me alone! "Nor thou, rafh girl, receive his kiss, "Nor think him all thy own! X. "To-morrow in the church, to wed Impatient both prepare: "But know, false man, and know, fond maid, "Then bear my corfe, ye comrades dear, "I in my winding-fheet." She fpake, fhe dy'd, her corfe was borne, The bridegroom blithe to meet; He in his wedding-trim fo gay, She in her winding-fheet. XIII. What XIII. What then were COLIN's dreadful thoughts; The bride-men flock'd round Lucy dead, Compaffion, fhame, remorfe, defpair, The damps of death bedew'd his brow,] From the vain bride, a bride no more, XVI. He to his Lucy's new-made grave, Convey'd by trembling fwains, In the fame mould, beneath one fod, XVII. Oft at this place the constant hind And plighted maid are feen; They deck the facred green. XVIII. But, |