r3o1.] 
Yet, O may Pity’s Angel, from the grave 
This early victim of misfortune fave ! 
And as fhe {prings to everlafting morn, 
May Glory’s fadelefs crown ner foul adorn. 
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LINES occafioned by reading in the MAGAZINES 
for AUGUST and SEPTEMBER, 1800, the 
JOURNAL of @ HASTY RAMBLE to the 
LAKES. 
OH ! my Eliza, could this fwelling heart, 
But paint its feelings, while with thee it 
{trays 
O’er Nature’s beauties unprofaned by art, 
And contemplates the fcenes thy hand 
pourtrays ! 
Others can tamely tell me they have viewed 
Thedell abruptly fink, the mountain rife ; 
Thy wand of Genius with ftrange powers 
endued, 
Brings the whole fcene to my enraptured 
eyes. 
Thus o’er, the landfcape veiled in partial 
night, 
When the bright orb of day his radiance 
throws, 
A new creation burfts upon the fight, 
And Natures felf in brighter beauty glows. 
March 14, 1301. M. D. 
oe : 
, SONNET. 
pLEas D, the rough failor fees his native 
fhore 
Dimly emerge from Ocean’s weftern bed, 
Nor hears again the tempeft’s wildeft roar 
Burft in loud thunders o’er his haplefs 
head. 
Joyful the trav’ler, who, the darkfome night, 
’ Has wander’d o'er the barren ‘aba for- 
lorn 5 
Views thro’ the gloom fome homieable light, 
Or greets: the meelc refulgence of the 
morn, 
: / 
But not fuch pleafure fwells the failor’s 
breaft, 
Returning to his native land again, 
Exulting, as he views his promis’d reft, 
’ Safe from the fears and dangers oe of 
main 3 
Nor can the traylter half the rapture prove, 
As | to meet the {mile of her I love. 
. Car. a 
eso ; 
INSCRIPTION for the MONUMENT of EDWIN 
and EMMA. 
yf o’er the lofty mountains of the north, 
Ox to green fouthern vales your courfe 
may fteer, 
Stop traveiler, and know that real worth, 
Truth, love, and duty bloomed and feded 
here, 
Original Poetry. 
423 
Here Edwin refts, pride of the village fwains, 
With Emma lovelier than the new blown 
refe 5 
Parental tyrants!—death has loofed your 
chains, 
And giv’n to broken hearts their laft repofe. 
Oh! learn from hence, ye fordid and unjuft 
The dire effects of cruelty and pride ; 
And let their voices breathing from the duft, 
Bid you beware the fault for which they 
died, 
And take the leffon too, ye gentle minds, 
Whofe penfive footfteps to this grave may 
rove ; 
To fhun, while filial duty clofely binds, 
The lafting anguifh of a hopelefs love, 
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LINES written on the DAY of MARRIAGE 
by @ DAUGHTER, addreffed to a BELOVED 
MOTHER, ° 
Ra Ae my Mother ! on my bridal day, 
The day that bears me far from thee 
away, 
From thy parental roof, where I have fhar’d 
From infancy, thy Halaae unimpair’d, 
I take this parting leave, this long adieu, 
By far the longef that I ever knew; 
The moft important and the moft fevere 
That e’er I founded in thy partial ear. 
Yet may Thope, whenI nolonger fhare 
Thy conftant love—thy never failing care— 
Then, may’ft thou have no reafon to deplore, 
The day I left thy hofpitable door. 
For me, may no imaginary fears 
Call forth thy fighs, or ftimulate thy tears 5 3 
For fure I leave thy peaceable abode, 
For one as dear, as peaceable, as good. 
I quitthy daily, thy increafing love, 
For him whofe tendernefs will equal prove 5 
For whom I freely even thee refign 5 - 
For whom [ quit whatever once was mine : 
Scenes where I firft the voice of friendthip 
knew, 
Where ie by thee my young ideas grew 3 
Form’d by thy judgment, and matur’d to fee, 
I owe a debt of gratitude to thee. 
O fay, my Mother, have Ie’er repayd 
That fond affetion I have feen pourtray "d? > 
Did e’er my infant innocence beguile 
From thee a Mother’s pleafurable {mile ? 
Or art thou fully fatisfied to prove, 
The certain knowledge of a Daughter’s love ? 
If thus I can a recompence beftow, 
How free, how largely, does this tribute 
~ flow ; 
Nor fhall my future fcenes, if e’er fo fair, 
Chace from my mem *ry thy maternal cares 
Revolving years fhall ferve but to renew, 
Thy precepts tender, and affeétion true 5 
Thofe precepts, mild, {till dwell upon my ears 
And leave the pureft of impreflionsthere. © 
Be happy, then, my Mother! nor repine, 
When abfent from me, as thy days decline 5 
Upon thy comfort will my peace depend, 
Ajtho’ united to as deara Friend, P. D- 
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