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Tho' losses, and crosses,
Be lessons right severe,
Ye'll find nae other where.
And flatt'ry I detest),
And joys the very best.
The lover an' the frien';
To mention but her name :
And sets me a' on flame!
Thou know'st my words sincere !
Is not more fondly dear!
Deprive my soul of rest,
O hear my fervent pray'r;
Thy most peculiar care !
The sympathetic glow ;
Had it not been for you!
In every care and ill;
The tenebrific scene,
Amaist before I ken !
Were glowrin owre my pen.
'Till ance he's fairly het;
Should rue this hasty ride,
His sweaty wizen'd hide.
Occasioned by the unfortunate issue
OF A FRIEND'S AMOUR.
Alas! how oft does goodness wound itself! And sweet Affection prove the spring of woe!
While care-untroubled mortals sleep!
And wanders here to wail and weep!
With woe I nightly vigils keep,
Beneath thy wan unwarming beam ; And mourn in lamentation deep,
How life and love are all a dream.
The faintly-marked distant hill :
Reflected in the gurgling rill: My fondly-fluttering heart, be still!
Thou busy pow'r, Remembrance, cease! Ah! must the agonizing thrill
For ever bar returning peace!
III. No idly-feign'd poetic pains,
My sad, love-lorn lamentings claim; No shepherd's pipe-Arcadian strains ;
No fabled tortures, quaint and tame: The plighted faith ; the mutual flame 3
The oft-attested pow'rs above; The promis'd father's tender name ;
These were the pledges of my love !
IV. Encircled in her clasping arms,
How have the raptur'd moments flown! How have I wish'd for fortune's charms,
For her dear sake, and her's alone! And must I think it! is she gone,
My secret heart's exulting boast ? And does she heedless hear my groan?
And is she ever, ever lost?
So lost to honour, lost to truth,
Alas ! life's path may be unsmooth!
Her way may lie thro' rough distress! Then, who her pangs and pains will soothe,
Her sorrows share, and make them less ?
Enraptur'd more, the more enjoy'd,
My fondly-treasur'd thoughts employ'd. That breast how dreary now, and void,
For her too scanty once of room ! Evn ev'ry ray of hope destroy'd,
And not a wish to gild the gloom !
Awakes me up to toil and woe:
That I must suffer, lingering, slow. Full many a pang, and many a throe,
Keen Recollection's direful train, Must wring my soul, ere Phæbus, low,
Shall kiss the distant, western main.
Sore-harass'd out with care and grief,
Keep watchings with the nightly thief: Or if I slumber, Fancy, chief,
Reigns haggard-wild, in sore affright: Ev'n day all-bitter brings relief,
From such a horror-breathing night.
IX. 0! thou bright queen, who o'er th' expanse,
Now highest reign'st, with boundless sway! Oft has thy silent-marking glance
Observ'd us fondly-wand'ring, stray!
The time, unheeded, sped away,
While love's luxurious pulse beat high, Beneath thy silver-gleaming ray
To mark the mutual kindling eye.
X. Oh! scenes in strong remembrance set !
Scenes, never, never, to return! Scenes, if in stupor I forget,
Again I feel, again I burn! From ev'ry joy and pleasure torn,
Life's weary vale I'll wander thro'; And hopeless, comfortless, I'll mourn
A faithless woman's broken Vow.
I sit me down and sigh :
To wretches such as I !
What sick’ning scenes appear !
Must be my bitter doom;
But with the closing tomb!