Then, once more, at early morn, Cold and scornful as thou art, Love's fond vows and faith belying, Shame for thee now rends my heart, My pale cheek with blushes dying! Why art thou false to me and love? (While health and joy with thee are vanish'd) Is it because forlorn I rove, Without a crime *, unjustly banish'd? Safe thy charms with me should rest, O, might I call thee now my own! See thy falsehood, cruel maid! See my cheek no longer glowing; Strength departed, health decay'd; Life in tears of sorrow flowing! Why do I thus my anguish tell? Why pride in woe, and boast in ruin? O lost treasure!-fare thee well! Loved to madness-to undoing. Ryan was one of the proscribed partisans of James II. and commanded a company of Rapparees. Yet, O hear me fondly swear! Thou alone shouldst be my chosen. Every scene with thee would please; Would lose their gloom if thou wert nigh me! Speak in time, while yet I live; Leave not faithful love to languish! O soft breath to pity give, Ere my heart quite break with anguish. Ah! what woes are mine to bear, Life's fair morn with clouds o'ercasting! Doom'd the victim of despair! Youth's gay bloom pale sorrow blasting! Sad the bird that sings alone, Flies to wilds, unseen to languish, Mine, O hapless bird! thy fate The plunder'd nest-the lonely sorrow— O thou dear hoard of treasured love! [thee, Though these fond arms should ne'er possess Still, still my heart its faith shall prove, And its last sighs shall breathe to bless thee! MISS BROOKE. THE HERMIT. FROM THE GERMAN OF WIELAND. REZIA at once entranced in holy bliss, Awed by his look that beam'd celestial grace, And prints his wrinkled hand with pious kiss; Plain on his noble aspect shone confess'd Grandeur, beneath a cowl that mildly gleam'd; His eye a smile on all creation beam'd: And though the touch of time had gently press'd Time from his features long had worn away Ere from the storm of life to peace restored, Leon bore The noble infant on her pleasant shore, And rear'd him for the service of her lord. And when he thus had wasted golden youth On the wide world's tempestuous ocean cast, Heaven heard-ten years like one too swiftly flew, Three sons, fair thriving in life's vernal bloom, And grief soon lays their mother in the tomb. What now is left that sighs his sigh to hear, Who, when he weeps, consoles with answering For, ah! his only friend, he too is gone! [tear? Bereft of all he loved he pines alone; [severe ! Lone, in a stranger world, bow'd down with woe He droops upon the desolated spot, A lone and leafless tree mid stormy gales: Where happiness once fix'd her chosen place! Alphonso flew with woe-bewilder'd mind: And found, what grief had never hoped to find, Peace and content as tardy years retreat. [flown, Though worldlings from the wretch had basely One who Alphonso's prosperous days had known, An old domestic, faithful to his lord, Cleaves to his side in grief without rewardAnd here their sole retreat, the rude o'erhanging stone. And by degrees he struggled through the flood And bade new hope a gleam of joy restore. once more. VOL. VI. L L |