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Slow to this truth I mournful bend— 
Tis ftrange to méet a ftranger’sfriend, 
Whofe cenfure owns the facred feal 
Of woe—nor makes the wand’rer feel 
His home is far away.” 
a 
RY THE SAME. 
{N harbour now the veffel fafely rides, 
“* And glowing hands the rattling canvafs 
curb; ie 
?Midft all the forms that eager crowd its 
fides 
I meet no welcome, nor excite a throb. 
Gone is each {welling hope of better days, 
The rainbow tiffue wove in fancy’s loom 35 
Clos’d are thofe eyes, that bade luve’s taper 
blaze, 
In the eternal flumber of the tomb. 
Friend of my youth, my folace, my de- 
light ! : 
Thy tuneful voice ftill vibrates on my 
foul— 
Still, ftill it warbles in the dead of night, 
Soft as Afolian ftrains from Zephyrs ftole. 
Carv’d is thy name in many a diftant grove — 
Where flics the Indian from the torrid 
beam 5 
Proud groves! let no rude touch thy fpell 
remove——= ah 
Still waving branches figh Monimia’s 
name. 
In change of place, no change of grief ap- 
pears— 
O’er tracklefs feas in vain I fly for reft ; 
No azure point fad woe’s black compais chears 
To fix the quiv’ring tenant of my breaft. 
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THE DEBTOR. 
BY FANNY HOLCROFT. 
©} firanger! heed the famifh’d debtor’s 
pray’r, 
Let gentle pity fnatch him from defpair : 
Tho’ harden’d guilt and folly revel here, 
The guiltlefs oft” fhed many a bitter tear. 
And many a wrong in filence they devour, 
And feel the iron hand of ruthlefs pow’r 5 
In yain my woes, my wants, cry loud for aid, 
Since-laws fevere with rigour are obey’d. 
What tho’ for life he dooms the pris’ner here, 
Of health bereft, no ray of hope to cheer : 
Still fhall Horatio roll inwealth and ftate, 
And fenates fill proclaim him good and great. 
There lies my wife, on damp and fickly bed, 
Her peace deftroy’d, her youth and courage 
fled ; 
With tearlefs eye the fees her child expire, 
To all indiff’rent—-death her fole defire. 
Yet once what hopes, what blifs fupreme we 
knew, 
As mutual love and friendfhip ftronger grew, 
And cares parental pureft rapture gave ! 
Now blafted, muft they wither in the grave! 
But ftill my fpirit to exiftence hangs, 
Still would J live, tho” torn by curelefs pangs 5 
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No pow’r, no pain, can flifle Nature’s cry—= 
The hopelefs wretch ftill fears, ftillloaths to 
die ! 
Then turn, kind ftranger! heed the debtor’s 
pray’r, 
Leave not, unmov’d, this den of black de- 
{pair 5 
All tongues exalt, all noble hearts revere 
The hand that dries the ftarving debtor’s 
tear ° 
Ee 
MORNING. ' 
FROM A DESCRIPTIVE POEM, BY G.DYERs 
—NoOwW from the ftall the herd{man drives 
his fteers, 
Who with frefh glee to diftant paftures move, 
Lowing around, and lafhing with their tails’ 
Their fhining fides; while all, the farm-yard 
round, 
Feel ftrange delight, as to new life,reftor’d. 
Bold chanticleer crows high, and flaps his 
wing, 
As tho’ proclaiming forne hold enterprize, 
That fhouid outdo his former glorieus feats. 
The hen runs haftening to the generous 
dame, 
And clucking calls her young, and points 
with care 
Each daintier morfel ; while the turkey brood 
Gabble more wildly, and the fimpler goofe, — 
Waddling its brifkeft pace, a portion claims. ~ 
Ali is alive and chearful : Nature taught 
Her creatures all to hail the morning-hour ¥ 
E’en the grofs {wine partake the gen’ral joy. 
But fee ! the grey dawn gradual finks, while 
ftreaks 
Of blufhing fcarlet, anda fleecy tinge 
Diveriify the iky, till one wide blufh 
Proclaims th’ approach of the great lord of 
day. 
What prince or fultan, crown’d with diadem, 
Seated on throne emblazon’dround with gold, 
While th’ awe-impreffed fatraps hide their 
heads 
Low in the duft, and worfhip at his feet, 
Shines in fuch glorious, full-orb’d majefty ? 
*Tis wond’rous great, and yet fo mild of face, 
As it would with to fmile on all the world. 
Thus goodnefs moves unawing, thus on all 
With meekett glory looks around, to blefs. 
Oh! come, then Fancy, come, and wake 
my mind 
To livelie? thought ; and while the woods 
pour forth : 
Their livelief& mufic, and the dewy earth, 
Mov’d by the kindling fun-beams, upward 
{ends 4 
Its vapours thin, and Zephyr, from the 
flow’ rs 
Enrich’d with nectar’d kiffes, wafts along 
Its treafur’d fweets—be mine with greedy 
fenfe 
T’ enhale delight ; to feel within my foul, 
As yon gay bird that does but foar to fing, 
New fprings of blifs, and fubjects new for 
fong.—= 
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