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Nor let the pride of great ones scorn

This charmer of the plains;
That fun which bids their diamond blaze,

To deck our lily deigns.

Long had the fir'd each youth with love,

Each maiden with defpair; And tho' by all a wonder own'd,

Yet knew not she was fair.

'Till EDWIN came, the pride of swains,

A soul that knew no art,
And from whose eyes serenely mild,

Shone forth the feeling heart.

A mutual

A mutual fame was quickly caught,

Was quickly too reveal'd;
Nor neither bosom lodg’d a wish

Which virtue keeps conceal'd.

What happy hours of heart-felt bliss

Did love on both bestow !
But bliss too mighty long to last,

Where fortune proves a foe.

His fifter, who like envy form'd,

Like her in mischief joy'd, To work them harm, with wicked skill

Each darker art employ'd.

The father too, a sordid man,

Who love nor pity knew, Was all unfeeling as the rock

From whence his riches grew.

Long had he seen their mutual flame,

And seen it long unmov'd; Then with a father's frown at last,

He sternly disapprov'd.

In Edwin's gentle heart a war

Of differing passions strove;
His heart, which durft not disobey,

Yet could not cease to love.

Deny'd her fight, he oft behind

The spreading hawthorn crept,

To snatch a glance, to mark the spot

Where EMMA walk'd and wept.

Oft too in Stanemore's wintry waste,

Beneath the moonlight shade, In fighs to pour his soften'd soul,

The midnight mourner stray'd.

His cheeks, where love with beauty glow'd,

A deadly pale o'ercaft;
So fades the fresh rose in its prime,

Before the northern blast.

The parents now, with late remorse,

Hung o'er his dying bed,
And weary'd Heav'n with fruitless pray’rs,

And fruitless forrows shed.

'Tis paft, he cry'd, but if your souls

Sweet mercy yet can move,
Let these dim eyes once more behold

What they must ever love.

She came; his cold hand softly touch'a,

And bath'd with many a tear ; Firft falling o'er the primrose pale

So morning dews appear.

But oh! his fifter's jealous care,

(A cruel fifter she !) Forbad what EMMA came to say,

My Edwin, live for me.

Now

Now homeward as she hopeless went,

The church-yard path along,
The blast blew cold, the dark owl scream'd

Her lover's fun'ral song.

Amid the falling gloom of night,

Her startling fancy found
In ev'ry bush, his hovering shade,
His
groan

in
every

found.

Alone, appall'd, thus had she pass’d

The visionary vale,
When lo! the death-bell smote her ear,

Sad sounding in the gale.

Just then she reach'd, with trembling steps,

Her aged mother's door!
He's gone, the cried, and I must see

That angel face no more!

I feel, I feel this breaking heart

Beat high against my side:
From her white arm down sunk her head,

She shiver'd, figh’d, and died.

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IS listening fear, and dumb amazement all :

When to the startled eye the sudden glance Appears far fouth, eruptive thro’ the cloud;

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And

And following flower, in explosion vast,
The Thunder raises his tremendous voice.
At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of heaven,
The tempest growls; but as it nearer comes,
And rolls its awful burden on the wind,
The lightnings flash a larger curve, and more
The noise astounds: till over head a sheet
Of livid flame discloses wide ; then shuts,
And
opens
wider ;
shuts and

opens

still
Expansive, wrapping ether in a blaze.
Follows the loosen'd aggravated roar,
Enlarging, deep'ning, mingling; peal on peal
Crush'd horrible, convulsing heaven and earth.

Guilt hears appall’d, with deeply troubled thought:
And yet not always on the guilty head
Descends the fated flash. Young CELADON
And his AMELIA were a matchless pair;
With equal virtue form'd, and equal grace;
The fame, distinguish'd by the sex alone :
Her's the mild lustre of the blooming morn,
And his the radiance of the risen day.

They lov’d: but such their guileless passion was,
As in the dawn of time inform'd the heart
Of innocence, and undissembling truth.
'Twas friendship heightened by the mutual wish,
Th'enchanting hope, and sympathetic glow,
Beam'd from the mutual eye. Devoting all
To love, each was to each a dearer self;
Supremely happy in th' awaken'd power
Of giving joy. Alone, amid the shades,
Still in harmonious intercourse they liv'd

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