1805.] 



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ORIGINAL POETRY. 



THE FOLLOWING LINES WERE COPIED 

 FROM THE WAINSCOT OF A BAILIFF'S 

 LOCK-UP ROOM, IN BIRMINGHAM. {The 

 Writer is unknoivti, ) 



IN this chin gloom, where Pity never 

 fmiPd, 



To foothe the woes of Mis'ry's pallid child ; 



Where the mild balfam of the fummer air, 



Ne'er came to cool the fever of defpair ; 



Ev'n here a brcafl, once fraught widi proud 

 defire, 



Once glowing with the flame of Freedom's 

 fire ; 



A heing who had thron'd him on delight, 



Whofe voice contemptuous mock'd misfor- 

 tune's night ; 



Who once had fhared the blifs of life's brief 

 day, 



Who welcom'd joy, and dreamt not of dif- 

 may ; 



Here ftk the pangs of Mis'ry's fierce con- 

 troul, 



And dafp'd the fiend of Ruin to his foul. 



Whoever thou, fad tenant of this gloom. 

 Read in thefc mournful lines a brother's 



doom ; 

 Bafcly betrjy'd — he yet his fighs repreft, 

 . Nor pour'd the wrongs that rankled in his 



bread : 

 Too proud the injuries of his heart to own. 

 He nurtured Mis'ry in his ftiffled groan ; 

 Defpair her chill hres from his eyMids flung, 

 And Silence fat upon his pained tongue ; 

 Yet once — 'twas Fhrenzy ruled the fated 



hour. 

 Feeling uncheck'd ufurp'd her harrowing 



pow'r ; 

 With all the paft to mock his ir.add'ning 



thought. 

 And all the prefent with deftrudion fraught ; 

 Ev'n in that hour he nurs'd his bofom's 



pride, 

 Curft the dark moment of his birth, and 



died ! 



ADDRESS TO A WILLOW, ER.OUf;HT FROM 

 A FAMILY SEAT (wilICH HAD BEEN 

 DISPOSED of) AND PLANTED OVER 

 THE CRAVE OF A BELOVED CHILD. 



riO laft depofit from that long lov'd fpnt. 

 Where brighteft hopes, where keeneft an- 

 guirti rofe ; 

 Co, nor hment thy fad thy banifli'd lot, 

 Nor droop in foirow for thy owner's wots ; 



But live and flourifh round the facred place, 

 Where all that's mortal of our darling's 

 laid ; 



Bluom o'er the grave with renovating grace, 

 And Kijrk the tribute by afiedlion paid. 



Yet though my tendered tear will wet the 

 fod, 

 Thy wid'ning, length'ning, branches bend 

 to {hade. 

 My foul expanding, foaring to its God, 

 Beholds the jjrgel \n his bofom laid. 

 Nova Scotia. B. 



THESE LINES WERE WRITTEN THE 

 FOLLOWING SPRING, BY THE CHILD'S 

 GRANDMOTHER. 



THE willow withers o'er the facred place, 

 It ftrikes no root, the fap afcends no 

 more ; 

 No more it blooms, with renovating 

 grace. 

 But moujders with the relics we deplore. 



Sad emblem of my bhfted hopes it flands, 

 Torn from tlie fpot where long they ciuf- 

 ter'd fair. 

 Twining with warm affeftion's ftrongeft 

 band.. 

 Round ev'ry fondly cherl/h'd objeft there. 



Ey duty cherifh'd, and which h-ve en- 

 dears, 

 Bound to the heart by more than magic 

 fpell ; 

 Sweet home- born joys, and forrows bitter 

 t^ars ; 

 Farewel, dear fcenes, a long, a laft — fare- 



No more, thefe alien feet ftail tread thofe 

 plains. 

 No more, thefe trying fcenes fhall meet 

 my eye. 

 This little grave is all that now remains ; 

 And here my blafted hopes for ever lie. 



STANZAS, 



ON A DISTANT VIEW OF WALES. 



"pXALT, O wind, thy broad aerial wing : 

 Difpel the flumbcrs of the fouthern 

 gales i 

 And o'er the fei, t!iy fwelling breezes fling. 

 To waft me homeward to the (hore of 

 Wales. 



Lo ! far in profpeil lies my native land, 



Enrich'd with treafures to my bofom dear. 

 My friends, and her, who with a mother's 

 hand 

 Suftain'd my infant fteps, and dried the 

 tear. 



Thofe hills remote are lovely to the eye : — 

 Scenes of my youlWul gambols and de- 

 lights. 

 Whence firfl: 1 faw the fun, tht; ftarry llcy, 

 The young aurora of thenoithcrn lights. 



My 



