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.« And Love is still an emptier found,
* The modern fair one's jest f
* On earth unfeen, or only found
'To warm the turtle's nelt.

'For fliame, fond youth! thy forrows hufli, « And fpurn the fex !' he faid:

But, while he fpoke, a rising blulh
His love-lorn guest betray'd.

Surpris'd he fees new beauties rife,

Swift mantling to the view, .
Like colours o'er the morning ikies-,

As bright, as transient too.

The baihful look, the rising breast,

Alternate fpread alarms;
The lovely stranger stands confefs'd

A maid in all her charms.

And*ahJ forgive a stranger rude,
** A wretch forlorn," ihe cry'd,
"Whofe feet unhallow'd thus intrud*
"Where Heaven and you reside!

"But let a maid thy pity thare,
"Whom love as taught to stray;

"Who feeks for rest, but sinds defpair
"Companion of her way.

"My father liv'd beside the Tyne,

"A wealthy lord was he; "And all his wealth was mark'd as mine;

"He had but only me. "To win me from his tender arm*

"Unnumber'd fuitors came;

"Who prais'd me for imputed charms,

"And felt, or feign'd a flame. "Each hour a mercenary crowd

"With richest prossers strove; "Among the rest young Edwin bow'd,

"But never talk'd of love.

"In humble, simplest habit clad,

"No wealth or pow'r had he; "Wisdom and worth were all he had,

"But thefe were all to me. "The blossom op'ning to the day,

"The dews of heaven rcsin'd, "Could nought of purity difplay

"To emulate his mind;

"The dew, the blossoms of the tree,

"With charms inconstant Ihine: "Their charms were his; but, woe to me!

"Their constancy was mine. "For still I try'd each sickle art,

I' Importunate and vain; "And, while his passion touch'd my heart,

"I triumph'd in his pain:

"Till quite dejected with my fcorn,

"He left me to my pride; "And fought a folitude forlorn,

"In fecret, where he dy'd, "But mine the forrow, mine the fault!

"And well my life shall pay; "I'll feek the folitude he fought*

"And stretch roe where he lay!

"And there forlorn, defpairing hid,

«* I'll lay me down and die;
"'Twas fo for me that Edwin did,

"And fo for him will I!"

'Forbid it, Heav'n!' the Hermit ery'd,
And clafp'd her to his breast:

The wond'ring fair-one turn'd to chide-—
'Twas Edwin's self that prefs'd.

'Turn, Angelina, ever dear }
« My charmer, turn to fee

• Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here,
'Restor'd to love and thee.

'Thus let me hold thee to my heart,

* And ev'ry care resign:

• And fliall we never, never part,
'My life—my all that's mine?

• No, never from this hour to part;
« We'll live and love fo true,

• The sigh that rends thy constant heart

* Shall break thy Edwin's too!'




JL HE fun had chas'd the mountain fnow,

And kindly loos'd the frozen foil;
The melting streams began to slow,
And ploughmen arg'd their annual toil.


'Twas then, amid the vocal throng,

Whom nature wakes to mirth and love, A Blackbird rais'd his am'rous fong,

And thus it echo'd thro' the grove:

* O fairest of the feather'd train!

"For whom I sing, for whom I burn; "Attend with pity to my strain,

*' And grant my love a kind return. "For fee, the wintry storms are flown,

"And gentle zephyrs fan the air; "Let us the genial influence own,

"Let us the vernal pastime lhare.

€' The raven plumes his jetty wing,

"To pleafe his croaking paramour; "The larks refponsive ditties sing,

"And tell their paflion as they foar. ** But trust me, love, the raven's wing

'* Is not to be compar'd with'mine; "Nor can the lark fo fweetly sing

"As I, who strength with fweetnefs join.

« O, let me all thy steps attend '.

'' I'll point new treafures t,o thy sight; "Whether the grove thy wiffi befriend,

"Or hedge-rows green, or meadows bright. "HI fliew my love the clearest rill,

"Whofe streams among the pebbles stray; "Thefe will we sip, and sip our sill,

*• Or on the flow'ry margin play. "I'll lead her to the thickest brake,

"Impervious to the fchool-boy's eye;

"For her the plaster'd neft I'll make, "And on her downy pinions lie.

"When prompted by a mother's care,

"Her warmth shall form th' imprison'd young,

"The pleafmg talk I'll gladly share,
"Or cheer her labours with my fong.

"To bring her food I'll range the sields,
"And cull the best of ev'ry kind;

"Whatever nature's bounty yields,
"And love's assiduous care can sind.

And when my lovely mate would stray,
"To taste the fummer fweets at large,
"I'll wait at home the live-long day,
"And tend with care our little charge.

"Then prove with me the fweets of love,

"With me divide the cares of life; "No bufh shall boast in all the grove

"So fond a mate, so blefs'd a wife." He ceas'd his fong. The melting dame,

With foft indulgence heard the strain; She felt, lhe own'd, a mutual slame,

And hasted to relieve his pain.

He led her to the nuptial bow'r,

And nestled clofely to her side;
The fondest bridegroom of that hour,

And she the most delighted bride.

Next morn he wak'd her with a fong;

Behold," he faid, "the new-born day! "The lark his matin peal has rung, "Arife, my love, and come away."

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