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The parents now, with late remorse,
Hung o'er his dying bed,
And wearied Heav'n with fruitless pray’rs,
And fruitless forrows fhed..
'Tis paft, he cried, but if your fruks
Sweet mercy yet can move,
Let these dim eyes once more behold
What they must ever love.
She came; his cold hand softly touch'd,
And bath'd with many a tear;
First falling o'er the primrose pale
So morning dews appear.
But oh! his sister's jealous care
(A cruel fifter she !)
Forbade what EMMA came to say,
My Edwin, live for me..
Now homeward as the hopeless went,
The churchyard path along,
The blaft blew cold, the dark owl scream'd
Her lover's fun'ral song.
Amid the falling gloom of night,
Her startling fancy found
In ev'ry bush his hovering Thade,
His groan in ev'ry found.
Alone, appall’d thus had the pass'd
The visionary vale,
When lo! the death bell smote her ear,
Sad founding in the gale.
Just then the reach'd with trembling steps
Her aged muther's door:
He's gone, she cried, and I shall fee
That angel face no more!
I feel, I feel this breaking heart
Beat high against my side!
From her white arm down funk her head,
She shiver'd, figh'd, and died.
CELADON AND AMELIA.
'Tis fiftning fear and dumb amazement all:
When to the startled eye the sudden glance
Appears far fouth, eruptive through the cloud ;
And following flower, in explosion vaft,
The thunder raises his tremendous voice.
At first heard folemn o'er the verge of Heaven,
The tempest growls; but as it nearer comes
And rolls its awful burden on the wind,
The lightnings flash a larger curve, and more
The noise astounds; till over head a sheet
Of livid flame discloses wide; then shuts,
And opens wider; shuts and
Expanfive, wrapping æther in a blaze :
Follows the loosen'd aggravated roar,
Enlarging, deep'ning, mingling ; peal on peal
Crufh'd horrible, convulling Heaven and earth,
Guilt hears appallid, with deeply troubled thought:
And yet not always on the guilty head
Descends the fated Aalh.-Young CELADON
And his AMELIA were a matı hlefs pair;
With equal virtue firm'd and equal grace ;
The same, diftinguish'd by their fex alone :
Her's the mild luftre of the blooming morn,
And his the radiance of the risen day.
They lov’d; but such their guilles passion was,
As in the dawn of time inform'd the heart
of innocence, and undiffembling truth.
'Twas friendship, heightend by the mutual witha ;
Th' enchanting hope, and sympathetic glow,
Beam'd from the mutual eye. Devoring all
To love, each was to each a dearer self;
Supremely happy in th' awaken’d power
Of giving joy. Alone, amid the shades,
Still in harmonious intercourse they liv'd
The rural day, and talk'd the flowing heart,
Or figh'd, and look'd unutterable things.
So pass’d their life, a clear united stream,
By care unruffled ; till, in evil hour,
The tempest caught them on the tender walk,
Heedless how far, and where its mazes stray’d,
While, with each other bleft, creative love
Still bade eternal Eden smile around.
Heavy with instant fate her bosom keav'd
Unwonted sighs; and stealing oft a look
Tow'rds the big gloom, on CELADON her eye
Fell tearful, wetting her disorder'd cheek.
In vain assuring love, and confidence
In Heaven, repress'd her fear; it grew, and shook
Her frame near dissolution. He perceiv'd
Th’unequal conflict, and as angels look
On dying faints! his eyes compassion shed,
With love illumin's high. « Fear not,” he said,
Sweet innocence ! thou stranger to offence
“ And inward storm! He, who yon skies involves
« In frowns of darkness, ever smiles on thee
“ With kind regard. O'er thee the secret shaft
“ That wastes at midnight, or th' undreaded hour
ri Of noon, flies harmless; and that very voice,
« Which thunders terrour thro' the guilty heart,
“ With tongues of seraphs whispers peace to thine.
“ 'Tis safety to be near thee sure, and thus
« To clasp perfection!” From his void embrace,
(Mysterious Heaven!) that moment to the ground,
A blacken'd corse, was ftruck the beauteous maid.
But who can paint the lover as he stood,
Pierc'd by severe amazement, hating life,
Speechless, and fix'd in all the death of woe !
So, faint resemblance! on the marble tomb,
The well-dissembled mourner stooping stands,
For ever filent, and for ever fad.
JUNIO AND THEANA.
Soon as young reason dawn'd in Junio's breast,
His father sent him from these genial isles,
To where old Thames with conscious pride furveys
Green Eton, soft abode of every Mufe.
Each classic beauty he foon made his own;
And soon fam'd Ils saw him woo the Nine,
On her inspiring banks. Love tun'd his song;
For fair 'Theana was his only theme.
Acafto's daughter, whom in early youth
He ofo diftinguish'd; and for whom he oft
Had climb'd the bending cocoa's airy height,
To rob it of its nectar; which the maid,
When he presented, more nectarious deem'd.
The sweetest sappadillas oft he brought ;
From him more sweet ripe sappadillas seem'd.
Nor had long absence yet effac'd her form;
Her charms still triumph'd o'er Britannia's fair.
One morn he met her in Sheen's royal walks ;
Nor knew, till then, sweet Sheen contain'd his all.
His taste mature, approv'd his infant choice,
In colour, form, expression, and in grace,
She shone all perfect; while each pleasing art,
And each foft virtue that the fex adorns,
Adorn'd the woman. My imperfect strain
Can ill describe the transports Junio felt
At this discov'ry; he declar'd his love;
She own'd his merit, nor refus'd his hand.
And shall not Hymen light his brightest torch
For this delighted pair! Ah, Junio knew,
His fire detefted his Theana's house !-
Thus duty, reverence, gratitude confpir'd
To check their happy union. He resolv'd
(And many a sigh that resolution coft)
To pass the time, till death his fire remov'd,
In visiting old Europe's letter'd climes :
While she (and many a tear that parting drew)
Embark'd, reluctant, for her native ifle.
Though learned, curious, and though nobly bent,
With each rare talent to adorn his mind,
His native land to serve ; no joys he found.
Yet sprightly Gaul; yet Belgium, Saturn's reign;
Yet Greece, of old the seat of every Muse,
Of freedom, courage; yet Ausonia's clime
His fteps explor'd, where panting music's strains,
Where Arts, where Laws, (Philosophy's best child,)
With rival beauties his attention claim’d.
To his juft judging, his instructed eye,
The all perfect Medican Venus seem'd
A perfect semblance of his Indian fair :
But when the spoke of love, her voice furpass'a
The harmonious warblings of Italian song.
Twice cne long year elaps'd, when letters came,
Which briefly told him of his father's death.
Amited filial, yet to Heav'n refign'd,
Soon he reach'd Albion, and as soon embark’d,
Eager to clasp the object of his love.
Blow, prosperous breezes ; swiftly fail thou Po:
Swift faild the Po, and happy breezes bles,