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Twas there of juft and good he reason'd Arong,
Thou hill, whofe brow the antique structures grace,
From other ills, however fortune frown'd,
luctant now I touch the trembling string,
These words divine, which, on his death-bed laid, To thee, O Craggs, th' expiring sage convey'd, Greai, but ill-omen'd monýment of fame, Nor he surviv'd to give, nor thou to claim. Swift after him thy focial fpirit flies, And clofe to his, how foon ! thy coffin lies. Blest pair! whofe union future bards shall tell In future tongues : each other's boast! farewel. Farewel! whom join'd in fame, in friendfhip try'd, No chance could fever, nor the grave
COLIN AND LUCY,
By the Same.
Bright Lucy was the grace ;
Impair’d her rosy hue,
When beating rains descend ?
Take heed, ye easy fair ;
A bell was heard to ring ; :
The folemn boding found,
VII. • I hear a voice you cannot hear,
“ That cries, I must not stay: “ I see a hand you cannot fee,
o That beckons me away.
VIII. « Of
VIII. “ Of a false swain and broken heart,
“ In early youth I die; “ Am I to blame, because the bride 06 Is twice as rich as I?
IX. '** Ah, COLIN, give not her thy vows,
« Vows due to me alone! " Nor thou, rash girl, receive his kiss, “ Nor think him all thy own!
X. « To-morrow in the church to wed
“ Impatient both prepare : “ But know, false man, and know, fond maid, “ Poor Lucy will be there.
XI. « Then bear my corse, ye comrades dear,
“ The bridegroom blithe to meet ;
The bridegroom blithe to meet ;
She in her winding sheet.
How were these nuptials kept ?
At once his bosom swell :
The varying crimson filed;
And plighted maid are seen;
They deck the sacred green.