1791. LITERARY INTELLIGENCER. 34 1 



Slow gathering, dims its fportive fire, 

 And bids unmeaning mirth retire. 



While care tintroubled mortals fleep, 

 Thou deft in heaven thy vigils keep, 

 And wak'ft, to lift the plaints of tbofe 

 Whofe forrovvs rob them of repofe. 



Fair orb, who o'er the (haded plain 

 Dark muffl'd, hold'ft thy filent reign ; 

 Doft thou in all thy wand'rings fee 

 A wretch who wakes to weep like me ? 



Or does thy pitying eye explore 



The friend, who, from a diilant Ihore, 



Nightly beholds thy chariot burn, i 



And weeps like me till dawn of mom ? 



Slow rifing in the (ilent air, 

 Doft thou our mutual forrows bear, 

 Nor yet the ardent vows convey 

 Which each to other nightly pay ? 



O ! could I on my wiflies rife, 

 I'd feek thy manfion in the ikies ; 

 That I might fee beyond the main, 

 The brother of my foul again ; 



Back to my eyes at leaft reftore 

 The friend whom I now fee no more, 

 And once more in our minds renew. 

 The joys which we together knew. 



Edinburgh ") 



January ^th ll^x, \ 



F. R. 



