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But at the holy altar be 
Our union fandctify’d 5 
Before the people and the prieft 
Receive me for thy bride,” 
é¢ Unequal matches muft not blot 
The honours of my line: 
Art thou of wealth or rank for méy 
To harbour thee as mine? 
What's fit and fair I'l) do for thee ; 
Shalt yet ene love== 
Shalt wed my huntf{man—and we’ll then 
Our former tranfports prove.” 
& Thy wicked foul, hard-hearted man, 
May pangs in hell await ! 
Sure, if not fuited for thy bride, 
I was not for thy mate. 
Go, feek a fpoufe of nobler blood, 
Nor God’s juft judgments dread--- 
So fhall, ere long, fome bafe-born wretch 
Defile thy marriage-bed.--- 
Then, traitor, feel how wretched they 
In hopelefs fhame immerft ; 
Then {mite thy forehead on the wall, 
While horrid curfes burft. 
Roll thy dry eyes in wild defpair--- 
Unfooth’d thy grinning woe: 
Thro’ thy pale temples fire the ball, 
And fink to fiends below.” 
Colleéted then, fhe ftarted up, 
And, thro’ the hiffing fleet, 
Thro’ thorn and brier, thro’ flood and mire, 
She fled with bleeding feet. 
é Where now,” fhe cried, * my gracious God ! 
What refuge have I left?” 
And reach’d the garden of her ene 
Cf hope in man bereft. 
On hand and foot the feebly crawl’d 
Beneath the bower unblett ; 
Where withering leaves and gathering fhow 
repar’d her only reit. 
There rending pains and darting throes « 
Affail’d her fhuddering frame; 
And from her womb a lovely boy, 
With wail and weeping came. 
Forth from her hair a filver pin 
With hafty hand fhe drew, 
And prefi againft its tender heart, 
And the fweet babe fhe flew. 
Erft when the aét of blood was done, 
Her foul its guilt abhorr’d : 
* My Jefus ! what has been my deed? 
Have mercy on me, Lord !? 
With bloody nails befide the pond, 
Its fhallow grave fhe tore: 
é¢ There reft in God; there fhame and want 
Thou canft not iufier more: 
Ble, vengeance waits. My poor, popr child, 
Thy wound fhali bleed afrefh, 
‘When ravens from the gallows tear 
‘Thy mother’s mouid’ring flefh,”’ <x 
Original Poetry. 
[ Aprib 
Hard by the bower her gibbet ftands : 
Her fkull is ftill to fhow ; 
It feems to eye the barren grave, 
Three fpans in length below.— 
That is the fpot where grows no grafs ; 
Where falls no rain nor dew : 
‘Whence fieals along the pond of toads 
A hovering fire fo blue. 
And nightly, when the ravens come,~ 
Her ghoft is feen to gilde ; ; 
Purfues and tries to quench the flame, 
And pines the pool befide. 
[For an account of Burger, fee the la/t Naleber 
of this Magazine} 
enn EE es 
THE LOVER’S PETITION. 
A NEW SONG. 
E Angels who hover o’er beauty and worth! 
OC} i; hear for my Phillis my tender petition: 
Tho’ deftin’d to live ’mid the low fons of earth, 
She is worthy to fhare your exalted condition. 
Attend to her lover, and grant him his boon, 
Nor envy her graces, fo like to your own. 
While the heart-cheering funfhine which flows 
from her eyes, 
In abfence’s faddening cloud is withdrawn > 
While on Cam’s dreary banks are repeated my 
fighs, 
And I fteel my fad breaft againft comfort’s 
{weet dawn: 
May her hours be with. life’s-pureft harmony 
bleft ! 
And mirth gild her days, and her mights footh- 
(ue Sing, rexpe! 
Yet, ye guardians of Beauty ! o’er life’s dreary 
tide, 
While my angel is wafted with profperous 
gales, 
May her thoughts, may her wifhes, but now 
and then glide 
O’er the wretch, who her abfence in forrow 
bewails ! ; 
To Solitude’s haunts may fhe nowand then ftealy - 
And tell to the Zephyrs the delicate tale ! 
If thus on her victim e’er a thought fhe employ, 
O tell her, nor Bacchus’s mirth-fpreading 
bow), 
Nor another’s weak beauty, her claim fhall 
deftroy, 
Or fteal her dear memory’s charm from my foul: 
Tho’ Science’s graces I labour to woo, 
To her, and her only, my bofom is true. . 
Then haften, kind Cupid! that day of bright 
blifs, 
When Phillis, fweet Phillis, thall fly to my 
arms; 
When chaitity’s law fhall permit my fond kifs, © 
And crown me proud lord of her conquering 
charms ! ; 
With her life*s calamities calmly Vl brave, - 
And figh for no bleffing on this fade the grave, 
Trinity Col. Cambridge, LAXCEYs 
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