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They crop the young blade, and the fweeteft_ 
of flow’rs, 
But heav’n is their guardian, and mankind is 
ours! 
When, when will fweet paftime re-vifit the 
To Bea TT 
And joy and content {mile around us again! . 
——a 
For the Monthly Magazine. 
AS I approach?d the facred bed, 
, Where dying Denfham lay, 
A form, in matron charms array’dy 
Quick glided crofs my way. 
She had his dying pillow fmocth’d, 
And rais’d his drooping head 5 
And unavailing cordials given 
To fnatch him from the dead, - 
s¢ What angel has thy prayer brought down 
To eafe thy dying pain ; 
Or, oh! if Heaven has fo decreed, 
To bring thee back again.” 
£¢ No angel (cry’d th’ expiring fage) 
Is to my prayer given 5 
?Tis but alovely woman now, 
Anon, afaint in heaven.” 
—La— 
The TEARS of DERVIN. From the ANCIENT 
CORNISH. 
MY fong is of Dervin, the defcendant of 
Goran. Stately was the youth, as the 
brown oak on the hills of Tremeer, and 
boldnefs, like the mens in his cave, dwelt in 
his heart. 
Mora, the beautiful he satles of Penler- - 
ren, caught his eye: Jong were her treffes, 
and, like the rofe, blufh’d her cheek 3) fra- 
grant and white as the lily in the green. vale 
was her bofom, and fofter than the piume on 
the fwan’s neck. 
At the fhrill fummons of the lark did they 
leave their hamlets, and, together on the 
hills of Tregare, eyed the firft beam of the 
morning ; at eventide, by the pale ray of the 
moon, did they wander through the vale of 
Penervin, liftened'to the note of the lonely 
nightingale, and breathed the {weet love- 
tale in the twilight groves of Rofmeer. 
Daughter of innocence! cried the yeuth, 
when wilt thou be mine, and fuffer happinefs 
to beam on my foul? When I gaze on thy 
beauties, quick leaps my alarm’d heart, and 
paffion pants for enjoyment! Ah! foon wilt 
thou. make me bieft? 5 
The fweet blufh of innocence glow’d on 
-the cheek of the daughter of Penlerren, and 
confenting filence dwelt on her lips—but 
Never, ah never! were they to join! Sick- 
nefs clouded the eye of the virgin, and the 
crimfon of the new dawn fainted on her 
cheek ; fhe hung her head like the flower in 
the rain, and funk on the pillow, like the 
ripe ear of corn Brite the fickle: and the 
reaper. 
Original Poetry. 
‘lancholy !. 
[May 1, 
Her hand gently clafp’d the hand of her 
beloved Dervin, her bofom heav’d like the 
fwelling wave, and, while vifion perform’d 
‘its office, ftark ftood her eye on the delight 
of her fouls 
She rais’d her ea head to kifs the wet 
cheek of her lover, when death ftruck her to 
the heart; fhe fell back, her glaffy eye. 
clos’d, and her lati breath figh’d the name of 
Dervin. 
Pillar of my exiftence! exclaimed the 
frantic Dervin, with his lips on the pale 
hand of the dead, I will follow thee— 
fiay awhile thy gentle fpirit for the accom- 
panying fpirit of Dervin, << 
He wept—the valiantDervin weptasachild, 
though brave as a lion that roams through the 
defart; though he fear’d not the reddening 
glare of the. wolf’s eye; though his arm 
flew the giant Ball’l, and left him to rot like 
a dead dog on the mountain: the tears cours’d 
his cheek, like the torrent on the hill’s 
brow; dim fhone his large rolling eye, as 
the hazy moon in the ftorm 3 and his heart 
diffolved like the fnow in the fun-beam. 
Nor was the youth afham’d to weep, for 
compaffion is the fifter of magnanimity. 
_ Mora lfes in the tomb, the bleak winds 
whiftle over her, and the worm riots on her 
beauties. 
Her cold ear liftens not ‘to the fighs of 
Dervin, who laments over her green turf; 
nor perceives her dim eye the wild emotions 
of the youth, who liv’d but for her. 
Dervin weeps over her grave, from the 
firft glimmer of the morning to the deep 
fhades of midnight. 
The theeted fpetre that glides near him, 
cafts on him the paly pitying eye, but dread 
fhakes not the heart of Dervin. Defpair 
low’rs on his forehead, - and wretchednefs 
ftares from his hollow eye. 
He falls proftrate on her grave; he com- 
plains of the duration of life; he calls on 
the fhade of his departed Mora—he dies, 
Dervin fleeps by the fide of his beloved. 
Through the regions of Cornwall /their 
Joves are refounded. The village fwains 
and damfels annually ftrew flowers on their 
turf, and learn the leffon of conftancy from 
the pure example of Dervin and Mora. 
- —— 
‘The DISCONSOLATE. From the ANCIENT 
CORNISH. 
We is fhe that pours her foft plaint to ~ 
the winds’? ‘Tis the daughter of Me- 
°Tis Mirvan! the nymph of 
Tregomer. Tis Mirvan, the delightful 
theme of the bard’s fong, Tis. fhe that 
adorns thé ftrains of Therwan, the fweet; 
Bonan, the firong ; and Tregerfie, the pra- 
found. 
Tis 
