1800. } 
How gaily, in our infant days, — 
We gambol’d on the vernal plain; 
Where native Gwili fwiftly ftrays, : 
Through vales and woodlands, to the main! 
Still fancy dwells on Cambria’s fhore, 
And ponders on our lait adieu, 
For Albion, when the billows bore 
Thy. friend for ever from thy view. 
With fond regret I faw thee weep, 
Deje&ted, paufing on the fand, ; 
Then mark, with farewel eye, the déep, 
And gently wave aloft thy hand. 
How dark and folemn was the day, 
When village mourners, o’er the road, 
In long proceffion bore thy clay 
With forrow to its laft abode ! 
With herbs and flowers, each Sabbath morn, 
A weeping troop is duly feen, 
Of youths and virgins to adorn 
Thy grave within the facred green, 
But who is he that feldom fails 
At eve to view thine earthly bed ? 
Thy father ! who, alone, bewails 
Ris only fon, his darling, dead, 
If e’er again to Cambria’s hills 
I fail along the azure wave, 
Where Gwili flows—thy friend diftils 
The tear of pity on thy grave. — 
Taviftock. W. Evans. 
eR 
THE SETTING SUN. 
HEN rofy eve revives the fragrant hours, 
And heavenly dews refrefh the clofing 
flowers, 
And birds, with melting mufic, drop to reft 
The Sun, how radiant ! in the purple weft. 
O’er Devon’s waving hills and dales I ftray, 
To catch the luftre of his parting ray: 
Now, o’er the vale in fhade, I brufh the dew, 
Now on the hill his orb again I view: 
As I defcend or rife, I lofe or gain 
The vifion, till he finks beyond the main, 
Relumes, on weftern ifles, the morning light, 
And yields this nether realm to ftarry night. 
Is life not varied thus with lights and 
fhades, 
Till in the night of death the profpedc 
fades P W. Evans, 
‘Fune 20, 1800. 

AN ELEGY 
In the Manner of Hammond, written in 
Fanuary, 1795. 
J ASK not wealth, ye Gods, nor power, nor 
fame, 
Nor length of days, nor blufhing honours 
crave 5 
I only afk, propitious, grant my claim! 
To fteal thro’ life my lovely Emma’s flave. 
What! ifthe fmiles of fortune round me play, 
Or if my name be echo’d thro’ the land 5 
What! if a fervile train my voice obey, 
Or length of days, ox honours round me 
itand 5 
Original Poetry. 
45 
Can they to mind one ray of blifs impart, 
Or fpread the glow of virtue o’er the 
breatt 5 { 
Remove the anguifh from a love-fick heart, 
Difperfe our doubts, or lull our fears to ret? 
Let Wilberforce, by tender pity fway’d, 
Arife, and plead the fons of Afric’s caufes 
Let Erfkine fhine, in learning’s robes array’dy 
The advocate of freedom’s injured laws 3 
I only feek to thun the bufy train, 
And with the Mufe to fome lone fhade tes 
tire, 
With rofy health to wander o’er the plain, 
To pleafe my Emma, and attune my lyre. 
Cliford’s-inn, Fan. 1798. Fitz-Epwin. 
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SONG. 
EHOLD, my love, yon trembling ftar-— 
How bright it throws its beams afar! 
It gilds with foften?d ray the plain, 
And guides the footfteps of thy fwain. 
Arife, my love! the fimple veft, 
When folded carelefs o’er thy breaft, 
And gilt by yonder morning team, 
Shall pleafe me more than filken fheen. 
Oh! ftay not to adjuft thy locks, 
But let us wander oer the rocks; 
The wind fhall wave thy yellow hair, 
And thy long treffes float in air. Cc. D, 

SONGe 
HEN fore’d from her J love to part, 
What anguifh rends my bleeding heart ! 
My languid eyes the truth betray, 
And forrow marks the fatal day. 
Oh, Fancy ! lend me now thy aid, 
And underneath this leafy fhade 
Reftore her to my longing eyes, 
Reftore her to my ardent fighs. 
Her flender form, her cheek fo red, 
The curls that wanton o’er her head ¢ 
Her converfe that my bofom charms, 
And fimile that every care difarms 
Thou, Fancy ! only can’ft impart 
Such rapture to a lover’s heart 5” 
The rofy blufh of orient morn 
Ts not fo bright as Fancy’s form. 
en 
C.D. 
LINES on bearing a favourite AUR of 
EDELMAN’S, 
AE fimple air, that once in happier days 
Wait wont to charm to love and peace 
my heart, 
Whence comes it, that no more thy foothing 
{train 
Thefe foft and fweet emotions can impart? 
Whence comes it, that no more thy plaintive 
note, 
Thy foothing melody, delights my ear? 
That now, if trembling in the air it float, 
I but repay it with the farting tear ? We 
