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Alas! from the day that we met,

What hope of an end to my woes? When I cannot endure to forget

The glance that undid my repose. Yet time may diminish the pain:

The flow'r, and the shrub, and the tree, Which I rear'd for her pleasure in vain, In time may have comfort for me.

The sweets of a dew-sprinkled rose,
The sound of a murmuring stream,
The peace which from solitude flows,

Henceforth shall be Corydon's theme.
High transports are shown to the sight,
But we are not to find them our own;
Fate never bestow'd such delight
As I with my Phyllis had known.

O ye woods, spread your branches apace!
To your deepest recesses I fly;

I would hide with the beasts of the chace;
I would vanish from every eye.
Yet my reed shall resound through the grove
With the same sad complaint it begun;
How she smil'd, and I could not but love!
Was faithless, and I am undone!

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Heaven sends misfortunes-why should we repine!
'Tis Heav'n has brought me to the state you see:
And your condition may be soon like mine,
-The child of sorrow and of misery.

A little farm was my paternal lot,

Then like the lark I sprightly hail'd the morn,
But, ah! oppression forc'd me from my cot,
My cattle dy'd and blighted was my corn.

My daughter-once the comfort of my age!
Lur'd by a villain from her native home,
Is cast abandon'd on the world's wide stage,
And doom'd in scanty poverty to roam.

My tender wife-sweet soother of my care!
Struck with sad anguish at the stern decree,
Fell-ling'ring fell, a victim to despair,

And left the world to wretchedness and me.

Pity the sorrows of a poor old man!

Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door, Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span; Oh! give relief-and Heaven will bless your store.

HYMN TO BENEVOLENCE.

BY BLACKLOCK.

HAIL, Source of transport, ever new!
While I thy strong impulse pursue,
I taste a joy sincere!

Too vast for little minds to know,
Who on themselves alone bestow
Their wishes and their care.

Daughter of God! delight of man!
From thee Felicity began;

Which still thy hand sustains;

By thee sweet Peace her empire spread,
Fair Science rais'd her laurel'd head,

And Discord guash'd in chains.

Far as the pointed sunbeam flies

Through peopled earth and starry skies,

All nature owns thy nod;

We see its energy prevail

Through being's ever-rising scale,

From nothing e'en to God.

By thee inspir'd, the gen'rous breast,
In blessing others only blest;
With goodness large and free,
Delights the widow's tears to stay,
To teach the blind their smoothest way,
And aid the feeble knee.

O come! and o'er my bosom reign,
Expand my heart, inflame each vein,
Through ev'ry action shine;

Each low, each selfish wish control;
With all thy essence warm my soul,
And make me wholly thine.

If from thy sacred paths I turn,

Nor feel their griefs, while others mourn, Nor with their pleasures glow: Banish'd from God, from bliss, and thee,

My own tormentor let me be,

And groan in hopeless woe.

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