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See how it rages in the lightning’s glance, 
In ev'ry flath! Now on the mountain-wave, 
Magnificentiy wild, onward it rides, 
Intent en il; and fpreading wide its wing— 
Its dufky wing——quenches the glorious fires 
Of Intelle& and Valour 5 blafts the fluth; 
Cf expeétation, cruihes ev’ry hope. 
That warmly neftled in the breaft of Love. 
For Fancy whifpers that fome gallant youth, 
‘Forbade by Fortune’s frown to tafte of joy, 
Or with the noon of Beauty's fav’ring {mile 
To blefs his bloom of years, breath’d the 
deep pray’r, 
Sigh'd out the la@ adieu, then forrowing 
went 
“To. feek the Eattern world, and gain by toil 
The myrtle wreath of Love. 
youth ! 4 
Never, nonever, thall its fragrant buds 
Blafh on thy manly brow! the day has rin 
Whole night willfee thee low '—farewell to 
hope, 
Farewell to earthly blifs! In other realms 
Look for thy charmer’s {mile ;_oa brighter 
fhores 
Seek for a wreath of joy, a fadelefs wreath, 
That Time can never tarnifh, or rude Fate 
Snatch from thy eo sar grafp. Remorfelefs 
winds! 
Ye wild infatiate waves! how rich your prey ! 
If Fancy lies not, if her gloomy hand 
Sketches the forms of truth :—would that fhe 
lied $ 
For Nature fhudders, and the eye of Thought 
Weeps at her tale. But if her tints are true, 
If Love’s warm with and wildly-throbbing 
pulfe 
Sleep in the greedy deep—if Valour’s Genius 
Brouds o’er the wave, and, in funereal ftrain, 
Mourns for his fons beneath—oh! then, my 
God! 
Comfort the widow’d heart, and let thy hand 
Wipe from th’ uplifted eye the orphan’s 
tear ! 
Ah! haplefs 
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SS ae 
BETSY . 
O ! SAD the the fimple ditty 
Which telis poor Be Ts v's woe, 
Be her’s your figh of pity, 
°Tis all you can beftow. 
No flow’s fo {weetly blooming 
Once grac’d her native plaing 
Till earty care confuming, 
She never f{mil’d again. 
_A foldier’s flatt’ring fiory 
Ssduc’d young William’s heart ; 
She faw the dupe of Glory 
To weftern climes depart. 
Three tedious twelve months over, 
Confumed in tears away, 
Return’d her haplefs lover, 
To pale Difeafe a prey. 
His feeble arms embrac’d her, 
A faint {mile lit his eye, 
A think what grief o’ercatt her, 
She faw he came to die, 
y 
Original Pcetry. 
Three weeks, befide his pillow, 
She watch'd his parting breath, 
The fourth the church-yard wilicel 
Wav’d o’er his bed of Death, ; 
No heart-relieving thower 
'  Reveal’d poor Bets ¥’s pain, 
Slow wafting, like a flower 
Which. droops for want of rain: 
But now her woes are over, 
Her nuptial couch is {pread 
Befide her haplefs lover, 
Yet cold their bridal bed. 
One ftone their fate recording, 
Oft draws fond Friendfhip near, 
Who mutely fpells the wording, 
And wipes the honeft tear. 
There oft the village maiden, 
At dawn and evening hours, 
Repairs, their turf o’erfhading 
With wreaths of {weetett flowers. . 
S. Wet 
EE 
TO, A LADY, 
_ WITH A (VISITING) CARD-CASE. 
W HEN focial Pleafure bids you roam, 
And quit a while your tranquil homes, 
To feek the dear congenial mind, 
By Converfe, Senfe, and Tafte refit’d, 
With brilliant witand mirthful glee, 
Such as I erft have feenin thee ; 
The book you leave, the work throw by, 
Nor heed the low’ring wintry iky, i 
And, ftrongly lus’d by Friendfhip’s voices 
Horatio’s dwelling make your choice, 
Or feek the dear frequented place . 
O’er which your C—l—s fheds each grace: 
With quick’ning ftep you reach the door, 
A thoufand thoughts revolving o’er, 
Which, mark’d by Mem’ry, rife to vieW, 
Since laft you faid, My friends, adieu ! 
No card for them you with to leave, 
The * Not within’® you fcarce believe, 
Till pain’d you view each vacant feat, \ 
Then flowly from the gate retreat. 
But if *tis Fafhion takes the fway, 
And bids you morning vifits pay, 
A drudging, dull, infipid round, 
Where neither Love nor Friendfhip’s isan: 
Your footman founds the tonith rap, 
Unlike Affe&ion’s well-known tap,— 
You catch with joy ** My Lady’s out,” 
Though fure the’s fick from laft night’s rout 5, 
The gilded card, well-pleafed, you-givee= 
The modith fair-one knows you live. 
Let Fancy ftill the theme purfue, 
It whifpers, as this Cas# you vieW, 
Affection’s fweetly bright’ning glow 
Shall bid your {peaking eyes overflow 5 
You heave the figh and drop the tear, 
That though the card with flight you Bee ‘ 
’ And fondly wifh my cot was near, 
That you might Friendthip’s call obey, ~ 
And there a welcom’d vifit pay ; 
My fitter run with hafte to meet, 
With quick delight my mother greet, . 
My Woodville, too, ferenely gay, 
With (miling grace her joy difplay, 
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