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ANNUAL REGISTER, 1796. 
My girl, forget thie earthly woe, 
And think on God and bliss ; 
For so, at least, shall not thy soule 
Its heavenly bridegroom miss.” 
‘© © mother, mother! what is blisse, 
And what the ftendis celle? 
With him ’tis heaven any where, 
Without my William, helle. 
“© Go ont, go out, my lamp of life ; 
In endless darkness die : 
Without him J must loathe the earth, 
Without him scorne the skye.’’ 
And so despaire did rave and rage 
Athwarte her boiling veins ; 
Against the Providence of Heaven 
She hurlde her impious strains. 
She bet her breaste, and wrung her hands, 
And rollde her tearlesse eye, 
From rise of morn, till the pale stars 
Again did freeke the skye. 
When harke! abroade she hearde the trampe 
Of nimble-hoofed steed ; . : 
She hearde a knighte with clank alight, 
And climb the staire in speede. 
And soon she herde a tinkling hande, 
That twirled at the pin ; 
And thro’ her door, that open’d not, 
These words were breathed in, 
«© What ho! what ho! thy dore undee ; 
Art watching or asleepe ? 
My love, dost yet remember mee, 
And dost thou laugh or weep ?”” : 
«¢ Ah! William herve so late at night! 
Oh! I have watchte and wak’d : 
Whence dost thou come? For thy return 
My herte has sorely ak’d.”’ 
** At midnight only we may ride ; 
I come o’er Jand and sea : 
I mounted late, but soone I go ; 
Aryse, and come with me.’’ 
«© © William, enter first my bowre, 
And give me ene embrace : 
The blasts athwarte the hawthorne hiss ; 
Awayte a little space.’’ 
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