Nor let the pride of great ones fcorn
The charmer of the plains;

That fun which bids their diamond blaze,

To deck our lily deigns.

Long had the fir'd each youth with love,
Each maiden with despair;

And tho' by all a wonder own'd,

Yet knew not fhe was fair.

'Till EDWIN came, the pride of swains,

A foul that knew no art,

And from whofe eyes ferenely mild,
Shone forth the feeling heart.

I

A mutual

A mutual flame was quickly caught,

Was quickly too reveal'd;

For neither bofom lodg'd a wish
Which virtue keeps conceal'd.

What happy hours of heart-felt blifs
Did love on both bestow!

But blifs too mighty long to laft,
Where fortune proves a foe.

His fifter, who like envy form'd,
Like her in mifchief joy'd,

To work them harm, with wicked skill
Each darker art employ'd.

To fnatch a glance, to mark the fspot

Where EMMA walk'd and wept.

Oft too in Stanemore's wintry waste,
Beneath the moonlight fhade,
In fighs to pour his foften'd foul,
The midnight mourner ftray'd.

His cheeks, where love with beauty glow'd,
A deadly pale o'ercast ;

So fades the fresh rose in its prime,

Before the northern blast.

The parents now, with late remorse,
Hung o'er his dying bed,

And weary'd Heav'n with fruitless pray❜rs,
And fruitlefs forrows shed.

"Tis paft, he cry'd, but if your fouls

Sweet mercy yet can move,

Let these dim eyes once more behold
What they must ever love.

She came; his cold hand foftly touch'd,
And bath'd with many a tear;
Firft falling o'er the primrose pale
So morning dews appear.

But oh! his fifter's jealous care (A cruel fifter fhe!)

Forbad what EMMA came to fay,

My EDWIN, live for me.

Now

Now homeward as the hopeless went,

The church-yard path along,

The blaft blew cold, the dark owl scream'd

Her lover's fun'ral song.

Amid the falling gloom of night,

Her ftartling fancy found

In ev'ry bush his hovering shade,
His groan in every found.

Alone, appall'd, thus had she pass'd

The vifionary vale,

When lo! the death-bell fmote her ear,

Sad founding in the gale.

Juft then she reach'd, with trembling steps,
Her aged mother's door!

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.

"T

CHA P. XVI.

MALLET,

CELADON AND AMELIA.

'IS listening fear and dumb amazement all : When to the startled eye the fadden glance Appears far fouth, eruptive thro' the cloud;

And following flower, in explofion vaft,

The Thunder raises his tremendous voice.

At first, heard folemn o'er the verge of heaven,
The tempeft growls; but as it nearer comes,
And rolls its awful burden on the wind,
The lightnings flash a larger curve, and more
The noife aftounds: till over head a sheet
Of livid flame discloses wide; then shuts,
And opens wider; shuts and opens ftill
Expanfive, wrapping æther in a blaze.
Follows the loofen'd aggravated roar,

Enlarging, deep'ning, mangling; peal on peal
Crush'd horrible, convulfing heaven and earth.

Guilt hears appall'd, with deeply troubled thought:
And yet not always on the guilty head

Defcends the fated flash. Young CELADON
And his AMELIA were a matchless pair;
With equal virtue form'd, and equal grace;
The fame, diftinguifh'd by the fex alone:
Her's the mild luftre of the blooming morn,
And his the radiance of the rifen day.

They lov'd: but fuch their gulitless passion was,
A in the dawn of time inform'd the heart
Of innocence, and undiffembling truth.
"Twas friendship heighten'd by the mutual wish.
Th' enchanting hope, and fympathetic glow,
Beam'd from the mutual eye. Devoting all
To love, each was to each a dearer felf;
Supremely happy in th' awaken'd power
Of giving joy. Alone, amid the fhades,
Still in harmonious intercourse they liv'd

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