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poetry. May x6. 
«© © sparea helplefs maiden, spare 5 
€ The orphan’s piteous pleadings hear ! 
¢ They bore me thence.—My streaming eyes 
© Beheld these awful cliffs arise: 
© Foul ravifher!——Ye rocks, ye waves, 
© O save me, hide me in your lonely caves! 
¢ Foul ravifher!—yet pale dismay 
« And vengeance mark thee for their prey! 
©Unnerv’d, appall’d by conscious fear, 
« Remorse fhall drive thee to despair; 
« My spirit, wailing in the blast, 
« Shall fhake the counsels of thy guilty breast.” 
?Twas thus the wail’d,—tilly by degrees, 
The voice came broken in the breeze: 
The seaman, piteous of her woe, 
‘Turn’d to the hore his friendly prow; : | 
Beat long, alas! ere dawn of day, 
The voice grew weak, and feebly died away. 
A. L. 
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SONNET. 
Sor as the dew drop to the vernal rose, 
'Is tender pity to the aching heart; 
Ev’n while the bitter tide of sorrow flows, 
Friendfhip a balmy cordial can impart, 
If not to heal, to mitigate the smart. 
But who is he, regardlefs of distrefs, 
Who views the tear, and hears unmov’d the sigh; 
Who uses lawlefs powers to opprefs ? 
His name I rightly deem is cRUELTY : 
May innocence from him by instinct fly! 
For does the butcher’s harden’d heart relent 
At the mild bleatings of the patient lamb? 
Or the fierce wolf his bloody feast prevent, 
At the dumb anguish of the trembling dam? 
TO PEACE, 
Cexrsstrat Peace! from thy abode descend, 
And all the habitable world befriend. 
No more let nation, fill’d with ’vengeful ire, 
>Gainst nation rise, ‘with ravaging desire; 
Let troublous Discord haste, with rapid flight, 
To the dark regions of eternal night 
