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<h1>POEMS</h1>
<h2>BY MATILDA BETHAM.</h2>
<hr />
<h4>London:</h4>
<h4>PRINTED FOR J. HATCHARD, BOOKSELLER TO HER MAJESTY, OPPOSITE ALBANY,
PICCADILLY.</h4>
<h3>1808.</h3>
<hr class="full" />
<h4>TO LADY ROUSE BOUGHTON, AS A TESTIMONY OF RESPECT AND GRATITUDE FOR LONG
CONTINUED FRIENDSHIP, THIS LITTLE VOLUME IS INSCRIBED BY HER OBLIGED HUMBLE
SERVANT, MATILDA BETHAM.</h4>
<h5><i>New Cavendish-street,</i></h5>
<h5>Feb. 3, 1809.</h5>
<hr class="full" />
<h2>ADVERTISEMENT.</h2>
<p>Before this book was printed, I thoughtlessly concluded there must be a
preface; but, on consideration, see no particular purpose it would answer,
and gladly decline a task I should have undertaken with much timidity and
reluctance. All I feel necessary to premise, is, that the tale in the Old
Shepherd's Recollections is founded on an event which happened in Ireland;
and that last spring I suppressed the song ending in page 65 <span class=
"comment">[The Old Man's Farewell]</span>, some time after it had been in
the hands of the composer, from meeting accidentally with a quotation in a
magazine that resembled it.</p>
<hr class="full" />
<h2>CONTENTS.</h2>
<ul>
<li>POEMS.—
<ul>
<li><a href="#p01">The Old Fisherman</a></li>
<li><a href="#p02">Lines to Mrs. Radcliffe, on first reading The
Mysteries of Udolpho</a></li>
<li><a href="#p03">The Heir</a></li>
<li><a href="#p04">To a Llangollen Rose, the day after it had been
given me by Miss Ponsonby</a></li>
<li><a href="#p05">L'Homme de l'Ennui</a></li>
<li><a href="#p06">The Grandfather's Departure</a></li>
<li><a href="#p07">Reflections occasioned by the Death of
Friends</a></li>
<li><a href="#p08">To Mrs. T. Fancourt</a></li>
<li><a href="#p09">To a Young Gentleman</a></li>
<li><a href="#p10">Fragment</a></li>
</ul>
</li>
<li>SONGS.—
<ul>
<li><a href="#p11">"Thrice lovely Babe"</a></li>
<li><a href="#p12">"What do I love?"</a></li>
<li><a href="#p13">A Sailor's Song</a></li>
<li><a href="#p14">Another</a></li>
<li><a href="#p15">Once more, then farewell!</a></li>
<li><a href="#p16">Henry, on the Departure of his Wife from
Calcutta</a></li>
<li><a href="#p17">Sonnet</a></li>
<li><a href="#p18">On the Regret of Youth</a></li>
<li><a href="#p19">Elegy on Sophia Graham</a></li>
<li><a href="#p20">To Miss Rouse Boughton</a></li>
<li><a href="#p21">To the Same</a></li>
<li><a href="#p22">To the River which separates itself from the Dee at
Bedkellert</a></li>
<li><a href="#p23">The Old Man's Farewell</a></li>
<li><a href="#p24">Song—Distance from the Place of our
Nativity.</a></li>
<li><a href="#p25">The Old Shepherd's Recollections</a></li>
<li><a href="#p26">Reflection</a></li>
<li><a href="#p27">Retrospect of Youth</a></li>
<li><a href="#p28">The Daughter</a></li>
<li><a href="#p29">Youth unsuspicious of evil</a></li>
<li><a href="#p30">The Mother</a></li>
<li><a href="#p31">Edgar and Ellen</a></li>
</ul>
</li>
</ul>
<hr class="full" />
<h2>POEMS.</h2>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p01" id="p01"></a>THE OLD FISHERMAN.</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>'My bosom is chill'd with the cold,</p>
<p class="i2">My limbs their lost vigour deplore!</p>
<p>Alas! to the lonely and old,</p>
<p class="i2">Hope warbles her promise no more!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'Worn out with the length of my way,</p>
<p class="i2">I must rest me awhile on the beach,</p>
<p>To feel the salt dash of the spray,</p>
<p class="i2">If haply so far it may reach.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'As the white-foaming billows arise,</p>
<p class="i2">I reflect on the days that are past,</p>
<p>When the pride of my strength could despise</p>
<p class="i2">The keen-driving force of the blast.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'Though the heavens might menace on high,</p>
<p class="i2">I would still push my vessel from shore;</p>
<p>At my calling undauntedly ply,</p>
<p class="i2">And sing as I handled the oar.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'When fortune rewarded my toil,</p>
<p class="i2">And my nets, deeply-laden, I drew,</p>
<p>I hurried me home with the spoil,</p>
<p class="i2">And its inmates rejoic'd at the view.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'Though the winds and the waves were perverse,</p>
<p class="i2">I was sure to be welcom'd with glee;</p>
<p>My presence the cares would disperse,</p>
<p class="i2">That were only awaken'd for me.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'Whether weary, with toiling in vain,</p>
<p class="i2">Or gay, from abundant success,</p>
<p>I heard the same blessing again,—</p>
<p class="i2">I met the same tender caress:</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'I fancied the perils repay'd,</p>
<p class="i2">That could such affection ensure;</p>
<p>By fondness and gratitude sway'd,</p>
<p class="i2">I was eager to dare and endure.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'My cot did each comfort contain,</p>
<p class="i2">And that gave my bosom delight;</p>
<p>When drench'd by the winterly rain,</p>
<p class="i2">I watch'd in my vessel at night.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'But, alas! from the tyrant, Disease,</p>
<p class="i2">What love or what caution can save!</p>
<p>A fever, more harsh than the seas,</p>
<p class="i2">Consign'd my poor wife to the grave.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'My children, so tenderly rear'd,</p>
<p class="i2">And pining for want of her care,</p>
<p>Though more by my sorrows endear'd,</p>
<p class="i2">Could not rescue my heart from despair.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'I tempted the dangers of night,</p>
<p class="i2">And still labour'd hard at the oar,</p>
<p>My sufferings appear'd to be light,</p>
<p class="i2">But I suffer'd with pleasure no more.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'And yet, when some seasons had roll'd,</p>
<p class="i2">I seem'd to awaken anew;</p>
<p>My children I lov'd to behold,</p>
<p class="i2">How tall and how comely they grew.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'My boy became hardy and bold,</p>
<p class="i2">His spirit was buoyant and free;</p>
<p>And, as I grew thoughtful and old,</p>
<p class="i2">Was loud and oppressive to me.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'But the girl, like a bird in the bower,</p>
<p class="i2">Awaken'd my hope and my pride;</p>
<p>She won on my heart ev'ry hour,</p>
<p class="i2">And I could not the preference hide.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'I mark'd the address and the care,</p>
<p class="i2">The manner endearing and mild,</p>
<p>Not dreaming those qualities rare</p>
<p class="i2">Were to murther the peace of my child:</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'That grandeur would ever descend</p>
<p class="i2">To seek for so lowly a bride,</p>
<p>Or his fair one, a lover pretend,</p>
<p class="i2">From all she held dear to divide:</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'That beauty was priz'd like a gem,</p>
<p class="i2">Expected to dazzle and shine,</p>
<p>Whose value the world would contemn,</p>
<p class="i2">Unless trac'd to some Indian mine:</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'Alas! hapless girl! had I known</p>
<p class="i2">Thou hadst learnt to repine at thy lot;</p>
<p>That splendour and rank were thy own,</p>
<p class="i2">Thy home and thy father forgot:</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'That lore and ambition assail'd,</p>
<p class="i2">Thou hadst left us, whatever befel!</p>
<p>My pardon and prayers had prevail'd,</p>
<p class="i2">I had blest thee, and bade thee farewel!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'With thy husband, from this happy clime,</p>
<p class="i2">I had seen thee for ever depart!</p>
<p>Still hoping affection and time</p>
<p class="i2">Might soften the pride of his heart:</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'That a moment perhaps would arise,</p>
<p class="i2">When, fondling a child on the knee,</p>
<p>He might read, in its innocent eyes</p>
<p class="i2">A lesson of pity for me.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'But lips, which till then never said</p>
<p class="i2">A word to cause any one pain,</p>
<p>Inform'd me, when reason had fled,</p>
<p class="i2">Of a conflict it could not sustain.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'And he, who had wish'd to conceal</p>
<p class="i2">That the woman he lov'd had been poor,</p>
<p>Began all his folly to feel,</p>
<p class="i2">When the victim could hearken no more.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'Yet still for himself did he mourn,</p>
<p class="i2">And, indignant, I fled from the view:</p>
<p>For my wrongs were not easily borne,</p>
<p class="i2">And my anger was hard to subdue.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'One prop, one sole comfort, remain'd,</p>
<p class="i2">Who saw me o'erladen with grief,</p>
<p>Who saw (though I never complain'd)</p>
<p class="i2">My heart was too sick for relief.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'One, who always attentive and dear,</p>
<p class="i2">Every effort exerted to please,</p>
<p>My desolate prospect to cheer,</p>
<p class="i2">To study my health and my ease.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'For his was each toil and each care,</p>
<p class="i2">The due observations to keep;</p>
<p>To sit watching amid the night air,</p>
<p class="i2">And fancy his father asleep.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'Yet, dejected, and sadly forlorn,</p>
<p class="i2">I dar'd in my heart to repine,—</p>
<p>To lament that I ever was born,</p>
<p class="i2">Though such worth and affection were mine.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'Alas! I was destin'd to know,</p>
<p class="i2">However intense my despair,</p>
<p>I still was reserv'd for a blow,</p>
<p class="i2">More painful and cruel to bear.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'Yes! this only one fell in the main!</p>
<p class="i2">—I eagerly struggled to save;</p>
<p>But I strove with the current in vain,</p>
<p class="i2">And saw him sink under the wave!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'My head was astounded and wild,—</p>
<p class="i2">Incessant I roam'd on the shore,</p>
<p>To seek the dead corse of my child,</p>
<p class="i2">And to weep on his bosom once more.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'Seven days undisturb'd was the sky,</p>
<p class="i2">The eighth was a tempest most drear,</p>
<p>I saw the huge billow rise high!</p>
<p class="i2">I saw my lost treasure appear!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'Like a dream it seem'd passing away:—</p>
<p class="i2">I hurried me onward to meet,</p>
<p>And clasp the inanimate clay,</p>
<p class="i2">When senseless I sunk at his feet.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'These hands, now enfeebled by time,</p>
<p class="i2">The last pious offices paid!</p>
<p>Age sorrow'd o'er youth in its prime,</p>
<p class="i2">And my boy near his mother was laid.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'Now scar'd by the griefs I have known,</p>
<p class="i2">Wounds, apathy only can heal,</p>
<p>My joys and my sorrows are flown,</p>
<p class="i2">For I have forgotten to feel.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'But I know my Creator is just,</p>
<p class="i2">That his hand will deliver me soon;</p>
<p>I have learnt to submit and to trust,</p>
<p class="i2">Though I finish my journey alone.'</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>Aldborough, September 7, 1800.</p>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p02" id="p02"></a>LINES TO MRS. RADCLIFFE,</h2>
<h3>ON FIRST READING THE MYSTERIES OF UDOLPHO.</h3>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Enchantress! whose transcendant pow'rs,</p>
<p class="i2">With ease, the massy fabric raise;—</p>
<p>Beneath whose sway the tempest low'rs,</p>
<p class="i2">Or lucid stream meänd'ring plays;—</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Accept the tribute of a heart,</p>
<p class="i2">Which thou hast often made to glow</p>
<p>With transport, oft with terror start,</p>
<p class="i2">Or sink at strains of solemn woe!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Invention, like a falcon, tam'd</p>
<p class="i2">By some expert and daring hand,</p>
<p>For pride, for strength and fierceness fam'd,</p>
<p class="i2">Implicit yields to thy command.</p>
<p>Now mounts aloft in soaring flight,</p>
<p>Shoots, like a star, beyond the sight;</p>
<p>Or, in capricious windings borne,</p>
<p>Mocks our faint hopes of safe return;</p>
<p>Delights in trackless paths to roam,</p>
<p>But hears thy call, and hurries home;</p>
<p>Checks his bold wing when tow'ring free,</p>
<p>And sails, without a pause, to thee!</p>
<p>Enchantress, thy behests declare!</p>
<p>And what thy strong delusions are!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>When spirits in thy circle rise,</p>
<p class="i2">Gaunt Wonder, panic-struck, and pale,</p>
<p>Impatient Hope, and dread Surmise,</p>
<p class="i2">Attendants on the mystic tale!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>How is it, with such vivid hues,</p>
<p class="i2">A harmonizing softness flows!</p>
<p>What are the charms that can diffuse,</p>
<p class="i2">Such grandeur as thy pencil throws!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Say! do the nymphs of classic lore,</p>
<p class="i2">So simply graceful, light, and fair,</p>
<p>Forsake their consecrated shore,</p>
<p class="i2">Their hallow'd groves, and purer air?</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Tir'd of the ancient Grecian loom,</p>
<p class="i2">And smit with Fancy's wayward glance,</p>
<p>Weave they amid the Gothic gloom,</p>
<p class="i2">The high-wrought fiction of Romance?</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>While the dark Genius of our northern clime,</p>
<p class="i2">Whose giant limbs the mist of years enshrouds,</p>
<p>Bursts through the veil which hides his head sublime,</p>
<p class="i2">And moves majestic through recoiling clouds!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>O yes! they own the wond'rous spell,</p>
<p class="i2">And to each form their hands divine</p>
<p>Give, with nice art, the temper'd swell,</p>
<p class="i2">The chasten'd touch and faultless line!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Each fiction under their command,</p>
<p class="i2">Assumes an air severely true,</p>
<p>And, every vision, wildly grand,</p>
<p class="i2">Life's measur'd pace and modest hue.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Reason and fancy, rival powers!</p>
<p class="i2">Unite, their RADCLIFFE to befriend;</p>
<p>To decorate her way with flowers,</p>
<p class="i2">The minor graces all attend!</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>This piece, with the exception of a few lines, has appeared in the
Athenaeum.</p>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p03" id="p03"></a>THE HEIR.</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>See yon tall stripling! how he droops forlorn!</p>
<p class="i2">How slow his pace! how spiritless his eye!</p>
<p>Like a dark cloud in summer's rosy dawn,</p>
<p class="i2">He saddens pleasure as he passes by.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Long kept in exile by paternal pride,</p>
<p class="i2">He feels no joy beneath this splendid dome;</p>
<p>For, till the elder child of promise died,</p>
<p class="i2">He knew a dearer, though a humbler home.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Then the proud sail was spread! The youth obey'd,</p>
<p class="i2">Left ev'ry friend, and every scene he knew;</p>
<p>For ever left the soul-affianc'd maid,</p>
<p class="i2">Though his heart sicken'd as he said—Adieu;</p>
<p>And nurses still, with superstitious care,</p>
<p>The sigh of fond remembrance and despair.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p04" id="p04"></a>TO A LLANGOLLEN ROSE,</h2>
<h3>THE DAY AFTER IT HAD BEEN GIVEN BY MISS PONSONBY.</h3>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Soft blushing flow'r! my bosom grieves,</p>
<p>To view thy sadly drooping leaves:</p>
<p>For, while their tender tints decay,</p>
<p>The rose of Fancy fades away!</p>
<p>As pilgrims, who, with zealous care,</p>
<p>Some little treasur'd relic bear,</p>
<p>To re-assure the doubtful mind,</p>
<p>When pausing memory looks behind;</p>
<p>I, from a more enlighten'd shrine,</p>
<p>Had made this sweet memento mine:</p>
<p>But, lo! its fainting head reclines;</p>
<p>It folds the pallid leaf, and pines,</p>
<p>As mourning the unhappy doom,</p>
<p>Which tears it from so sweet a home!</p>
</div>
</div>
<h4>July 22, 1799.</h4>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p05" id="p05"></a>L'HOMME DE L'ENNUI.</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Forlornly I wander, forlornly I sigh,</p>
<p>And droop my head sadly, I cannot tell why:</p>
<p>When the first breeze of morning blows fresh in my face,</p>
<p>As the wild-waving walks of our woodlands I trace,</p>
<p>Reviv'd for the moment I look all around,</p>
<p>But my eyes soon grow languid, and fix on the ground.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>I have yet no misfortune to rob me of rest,</p>
<p>No love discomposes the peace of my breast;</p>
<p>Ambition ne'er enter'd the verge of my thought,</p>
<p>Nor by honours, by wealth, nor by power am I caught;</p>
<p>Those phantoms of folly disturb not my ease,</p>
<p>Yet Time is a tortoise, and Life a disease.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>With the blessings of youth and of health on my side,</p>
<p>A temper untainted by envy or pride;</p>
<p>No guilt to corrode, and no foes to molest;</p>
<p>There are many who tell me my station is blest.</p>
<p>This I cannot dispute; yet without knowing why—</p>
<p>I feel that my bosom is big with a sigh.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Oh! why do I see that all knowledge is vain;</p>
<p>That Science finds Error still keep in her train;</p>
<p>That Imposture or Darkness, with Doubt and Surmise,</p>
<p>Will mislead, will perplex, and then baffle the wise,</p>
<p>Who often, when labours have shorten'd their span,</p>
<p>Declare—not to know—is the province of man?</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>In life, as in learning, our views are confin'd,</p>
<p>Our discernment too weak to discover the mind,</p>
<p>Which, subdued and irresolute, keeps out of sight;</p>
<p>Or if, for a moment, her presence delight,</p>
<p>Our air is too gross for the stranger to stay;</p>
<p>And, back to her prison she hurries away!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>If my own narrow precincts I seek to explore,</p>
<p>My wishes how vain, my attainments how poor!</p>
<p>Tenacious of virtue, with caution I move;</p>
<p>I correct, and I wrestle, but cannot approve;</p>
<p>Till, bewilder'd and faint, I would yield up the rein,</p>
<p>But I dare not in peace with my errors remain!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>With zeal all awake in the cause of a friend,</p>
<p>With warmth unrepress'd by my fear to offend,</p>
<p>With sympathy active in hope or distress,</p>
<p>How keen and how anxious I cannot express,</p>
<p>I shrink, lest an eye should my feelings behold,</p>
<p>And my heart seems insensible, selfish and cold.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>I strive to be gay, but my efforts are weak,</p>
<p>And, sick of existence, for pleasure I seek;</p>
<p>I mix with the empty, the loud, and the vain,</p>
<p>Partake of their folly, and double my pain.</p>
<p>In others I meet with depression and strife;</p>
<p>Oh! where shall I seek for the music of life?</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p06" id="p06"></a>THE GRANDFATHER'S DEPARTURE.</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>The Old Man press'd Palemon's hand;</p>
<p class="i2">To Lucy nodded with a smile;</p>
<p>Kiss'd all the little ones around;</p>
<p class="i2">Then clos'd the gate, and paus'd awhile.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"When shall I come again!" he thought,</p>
<p class="i2">Ere yet the journey had begun;</p>
<p>It was a tedious length of way,</p>
<p class="i2">But he beheld an only son.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>And dearly did he love to take</p>
<p class="i2">A rosy grandchild on his knee;</p>
<p>To part his shining locks, and say,</p>
<p class="i2">"Just such another boy was he!"</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>And never felt he greater pride,</p>
<p class="i2">And never did he look so gay,</p>
<p>As when the little urchins strove</p>
<p class="i2">To make him partner in their play.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>But when, in some more gentle mood,</p>
<p class="i2">They silent hung upon his arm,</p>
<p>Or nestled close at ev'ning pray'r,</p>
<p class="i2">The old man felt a softer charm;</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>And upward rais'd his closing eye,</p>
<p class="i2">Whence slow effus'd a grateful tear,</p>
<p>As if his senses own'd a joy,</p>
<p class="i2">Too holy for endurance here.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>No heart e'er pray'd so fervently,</p>
<p class="i2">Unprompted by an earthly zeal,</p>
<p>None ever knew such tenderness,</p>
<p class="i2">That did not true devotion feel.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>As with the pure, uncolour'd flame,</p>
<p class="i2">The violet's richest blues unite,</p>
<p>Do our affections soar to heav'n,</p>
<p class="i2">And rarify and beam with light.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p07" id="p07"></a>REFLECTIONS</h2>
<h3>OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF FRIENDS.</h3>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>My happiness was once a goodly tree,</p>
<p class="i2">Which promis'd every day to grow more fair,</p>
<p class="i2">And rear'd its lofty branches in the air,</p>
<p>In sooth, it was a pleasant sight, to see!</p>
<p>Amidst, fair honey-suckles crept along,</p>
<p class="i2">Twin'd round the bark, and hung from every bough,</p>
<p>While birds, which Fancy held by slender strings,</p>
<p>Plum'd the dark azure of their shining wings,</p>
<p class="i2">Or dipp'd them in the silver stream below,</p>
<p>With many a joyful note, and many a song!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>When lo! a tempest hurtles in the sky!</p>
<p class="i2">Dark low'r the clouds! the thunders burst around!</p>
<p>Fiercely the arrowy flakes of lightning fly!</p>
<p class="i2">While the scar'd songsters leave the quiv'ring bough,</p>
<p class="i2">The blasted honey-suckles droop below,</p>
<p>And many noble branches strew the ground!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Though soon the air is calm, the sky serene,</p>
<p class="i2">Though wide the broad and leafy arms are spread,</p>
<p>Yet still the scars of recent wounds are seen;</p>
<p class="i2">Their shelter henceforth seems but insecure;</p>
<p class="i2">The winged tribes disdain the frequent lure,</p>
<p>Where many a songster lies benumb'd or dead;</p>
<p>And when I would the flow'ry tendrils train,</p>
<p>I find my late delightful labour vain.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Affection thus, once light of heart, and gay,</p>
<p class="i2">Chasten'd by memory, and, unnerv'd by fear,</p>
<p class="i2">Shall sadden each endearment with a tear,</p>
<p>Sorrowing the offices of love shall pay,</p>
<p>And scarcely dare to think that good her own,</p>
<p class="i2">Which fate's imperious hand may snatch away,</p>
<p class="i2">In the warm sunshine of meridian day,</p>
<p>And when her hopes are full and fairest blown.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p08" id="p08"></a>TO MRS. T. FANCOURT,</h2>
<h4>July 15, 1803.</h4>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>I love not yon gay, painted flower,</p>
<p class="i2">Of bold and coarsely blended dye,</p>
<p>But one, whose nicely varied power</p>
<p class="i2">May long detain the curious eye.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>I love the tones that softly rise,</p>
<p class="i2">And in a fine accordance close;</p>
<p>That waken no abrupt surprise,</p>
<p class="i2">Nor leave us to inert repose.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>I love the moon's pure, holy light,</p>
<p class="i2">Pour'd on the calm, sequester'd stream;</p>
<p>The gale, fresh from the wings of night,</p>
<p class="i2">Which drinks the early solar beam;</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>The smile of heaven, when storms subside,</p>
<p class="i2">When the moist clouds first break away;</p>
<p>The sober tints of even-tide,</p>
<p class="i2">Ere yet forgotten by the day.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Such sights, such sounds, my fancy please,</p>
<p class="i2">And set my wearied spirit free:</p>
<p>And one who takes delight in these,</p>
<p class="i2">Can never fail of loving thee!</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p09" id="p09"></a>TO A YOUNG GENTLEMAN.</h2>
<h4>July 29th, 1803.</h4>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Dear boy, when you meet with a rose,</p>
<p class="i2">Admire you the thorns very much?</p>
<p>Or like you to play with a ball,</p>
<p class="i2">When the handling it blisters your touch!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Yet should it be firm and compact,</p>
<p class="i2">It is easy to polish it nice;</p>
<p>If the rose is both pretty and sweet,</p>
<p class="i2">The thorns will come off in a trice.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>The thistle has still many more,</p>
<p class="i2">As visible too in our eyes,</p>
<p>But who will take pains with a weed,</p>
<p class="i2">That nobody ever can prize?</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>'Tis what we deem precious and rare,</p>
<p class="i2">We most earnestly seek to amend;</p>
<p>And anxious attention and care,</p>
<p class="i2">Is the costliest gift of a friend.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>We all have our follies: what then?</p>
<p class="i2">Let us note them, and never look bluff!</p>
<p>Without any caressing at all,</p>
<p class="i2">They will cling to us closely enough.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Weeds are of such obstinate growth,</p>
<p class="i2">They elude the most diligent hand;</p>
<p>And, if they were not to be check'd,</p>
<p class="i2">Would quickly run over the land.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>If some could be taken away,</p>
<p class="i2">That hide part of your worth from the view;</p>
<p>The conquest perhaps would be ours,</p>
<p class="i2">But the profit is wholly to you.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p10" id="p10"></a>FRAGMENT.</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>A Pilgrim weary, toil-subdued,</p>
<p>I reach'd a country, strange and rude,</p>
<p>And trembled, lest approaching eve</p>
<p>My hope of shelter might deceive;</p>
<p>When I espied a hunter train,</p>
<p>Prowling at leisure o'er the plain,</p>
<p>And hasten'd on to ask relief,</p>
<p>Of the ill-omen'd, haughty chief.</p>
<p>His eye was artful, keen, and bold,</p>
<p>His smile malevolently cold,</p>
<p>And had not all my fire been fled,</p>
<p>And every earthly passion dead,</p>
<p>His pity to contempt allied,</p>
<p>Had rous'd my anger and my pride;</p>
<p>But, as it was, I bent my way,</p>
<p>Where his secluded mansion lay,</p>
<p>Which rose before my eyes at length,</p>
<p>A fortress of determin'd strength,</p>
<p>And layers of every colour'd moss</p>
<p>The lofty turrets did emboss,</p>
<p>As tho' the hand of father Time,</p>
<p>Prepar'd a sacrifice sublime,—</p>
<p>Giving his daily rites away,</p>
<p>To aggrandize some future day.</p>
<p>Here as I roam'd the walk along,</p>
<p>I heard a plaintive broken song;</p>
<p>And ere I to the portal drew,</p>
<p>An open window caught my view,</p>
<p>Where a fair dame appear'd in sight,</p>
<p>Array'd in robes of purest white.</p>
<p>Large snowy folds confin'd her hair,</p>
<p>And left a polish'd forehead bare.</p>
<p>O'er her meek eyes, of deepest blue,</p>
<p>The sable lash long shadows threw;</p>
<p>Her cheek was delicately pale,</p>
<p>And seem'd to tell a piteous tale,</p>
<p>But o'er her looks such patience stole,</p>
<p>Such saint-like tenderness of soul,</p>
<p>That never did my eyes behold,</p>
<p>A beauty of a lovelier mold.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>The Lady sigh'd, and closely prest</p>
<p>A sleeping infant to her breast;</p>
<p>Shook off sweet tears of love, and smil'd,</p>
<p>Kissing the fingers of the child,</p>
<p>Which round her own unconscious clung,</p>
<p>Then fondly gaz'd, and softly sung:</p>
</div>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Once like that sea, which ebbs and flows,</p>
<p>My bosom never knew repose,</p>
<p>And heavily each morn arose.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>I bore with anger and disdain,</p>
<p>I had no power to break my chain,</p>
<p>No one to whom I dar'd complain.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>And when some bird has caught my eye,</p>
<p>Or distant sail been flitting by,</p>
<p>I wish'd I could at freely fly.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>But I can now contented be,</p>
<p>Can tell, dear babe, my griefs to thee.</p>
<p>And feel more brave, and breathe more free.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>And when thy father frowns severe,</p>
<p>Although my spirit faints with fear,</p>
<p>I feel I have a comfort near.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>And when he harshly speaks to me,</p>
<p>If thou art smiling on my knee,</p>
<p>He softens as he looks on thee.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>To soothe him in an evil hour</p>
<p>The bud has balm, oh! may the flower</p>
<p>Possess the same prevailing power!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Nor forc'd to leave thy native land,</p>
<p>To pledge a cold, unwilling hand,</p>
<p>May'st thou receive the hard command.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>My mother had not half the zeal,</p>
<p>The aching fondness which I feel,</p>
<p>She had no broken heart to heal!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>And I was friendless when she died,</p>
<p>Who could my little failings chide,</p>
<p>And for an hour her fondness hide.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>But I can see no prospect ope,</p>
<p>Can give no fairy vision scope,</p>
<p>If thou art not the spring of hope.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>I cannot thy affection draw,</p>
<p>By childhood's first admiring awe;</p>
<p>Be tender pity then thy law!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>This heart would bleed at every vein,</p>
<p>I could not even life sustain,</p>
<p>If ever thou should'st give me pain.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>O! soul of sweetness! can it be,</p>
<p>That thou could'st prove unkind to me!</p>
<p>That I should fear this blow from thee!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Alas! e'en then I would not blame,</p>
<p>My love to thee should be the same,</p>
<p>And judge from whence unkindness came!</p>
</div>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Her words grew indistinct and slow,</p>
<p>Her voice more tremulous and low,</p>
<p>When suddenly the song was o'er,</p>
<p>A whisper even heard no more—</p>
<p>She had discern'd my nearer tread;</p>
<p>Appear'd to feel alarm, and fled.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="full" />
<h2>SONGS.</h2>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p11" id="p11"></a>SONG.</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Thrice lovely babe! thus hush'd to rest,</p>
<p>Upon thy warrior father's breast!</p>
<p>Avails it, that his eyes behold,</p>
<p>Thy rosy cheeks, thy locks of gold!</p>
<p>Avails it that he bends his ear,</p>
<p>So fondly thy soft breath to hear!</p>
<p>Or, that his rising smiles confess,</p>
<p>A gracious gleam of tenderness!</p>
<p>The sweetest spell will scarce have pow'r</p>
<p>To hold him for one absent hour!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Some plant that ceases thus to share,</p>
<p>A daily friend's auspicious care,</p>
<p>Relaxes in its feeble grasp,</p>
<p>The flow'ry tendrils soon unclasp,</p>
<p>Loose in the heedless aether play,</p>
<p>And every idle breeze obey!</p>
<p>Thus vainly had I sought to bind;</p>
<p>Thus watch'd that light, forgetful mind,</p>
<p>Till smiles and sunshine could restore,</p>
<p>My often-blighted hopes no more!</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p12" id="p12"></a>SONG.</h2>
<h3>SET TO MUSIC BY MR. VOIGHT.</h3>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>What do I love? A polish'd mind,</p>
<p>A temper cheerful, meek, and kind;</p>
<p>A graceful air, unsway'd by art,</p>
<p>A voice that sinks into the heart,</p>
<p>A playful and benignant smile—</p>
<p>Alas! my heart responds the while,</p>
<p class="i2">All this, my Emily, is true,</p>
<p class="i2">But I love more in loving you!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>I love those roses when they rise,</p>
<p>From joy, from anger, or surprise;</p>
<p>I love the kind, attentive zeal,</p>
<p>So prompt to know what others feel,</p>
<p>The mildness which can ne'er reprove,</p>
<p>But in the sweetest tones of love—</p>
<p class="i2">All this, my Emily, is true,</p>
<p class="i2">But I love more in loving you!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>The self-command which can sustain,</p>
<p>In silence, weariness and pain;</p>
<p>The transport at a friend's success,</p>
<p>Which has not words or power to bless,</p>
<p>But, by a sudden, starting tear,</p>
<p>Appears more precious, more sincere—</p>
<p class="i2">All this, my Emily, is true,</p>
<p class="i2">And this I love in loving you!</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p13" id="p13"></a>A SAILOR'S SONG.</h2>
<h3>SET TO MUSIC BY MR. WALSH.</h3>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>I ponder many a silent hour,</p>
<p class="i2">On friends belov'd when far at sea,</p>
<p>And, tell me, have I not the power</p>
<p class="i2">To draw one kindred thought to me!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>The while we linger on the coast,</p>
<p class="i2">My truant fancy homeward flies,</p>
<p>And when the view is almost lost,</p>
<p class="i2">Unmanly tears bedew my eyes—</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>And oft forgetful do I stand,</p>
<p class="i2">Nor crew, nor ship, nor ocean see;</p>
<p>And often does my heart demand,</p>
<p class="i2">If friends belov'd thus think on me!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>And when to England bound once more,</p>
<p class="i2">I shall with fond impatience burn,</p>
<p>Will not some others on the shore</p>
<p class="i2">As fondly look for my return!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>O! let me of your kindness hear!</p>
<p class="i2">Repeat the strain as I depart!</p>
<p>It swells like music on my ear,</p>
<p class="i2">It falls like balm upon my heart.</p>
</div>
</div>
<h4>Aug. 21, 1805.</h4>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p14" id="p14"></a>ANOTHER,</h2>
<h3>WRITTEN EARLIER.</h3>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Adieu to old England! adieu to my friends!</p>
<p class="i2">Though fortune and fame I pursue,</p>
<p>On thus looking around me, I cannot conceal,</p>
<p class="i2">How reluctant I bid them adieu!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>My heart sinks within me, I sigh to the gale,</p>
<p class="i2">Thus slowly receding from shore,</p>
<p>While fancy still whispers some terrible tale,</p>
<p class="i2">A perhaps I may see it no more!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>There all that I love, that I value, remain,</p>
<p class="i2">That only awakens my fears,</p>
<p>For will the same spot its dear inmates contain,</p>
<p class="i2">On the lapse of two lingering years?</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>They may smile in good fortune, or weep in distress,</p>
<p class="i2">I shall know not a word of their fate!</p>
<p>No pain can I soften, no sorrow redress!</p>
<p class="i2">I may come, when, alas! 'tis too late!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>I can fly without fear to encounter the foe,</p>
<p class="i2">To my earliest wish I am true;</p>
<p>But I cannot unmov'd quit the friends that I love,</p>
<p class="i2">Or bid my dear country adieu!</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p15" id="p15"></a>SONG.</h2>
<h3>SET TO MUSIC BY MR. A. PETTIT, OF NORWICH.</h3>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Once more then farewell! and whilst I'm away,</p>
<p class="i2">Oh! let not another entangle thy fancy!</p>
<p>I shall think upon thee every hour of the day,</p>
<p class="i2">And let not my love be forgotten by Nancy!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Oh! were I forsaken, the flow'r in my heart,</p>
<p class="i2">Would fold all its leaves, and re-open them never!</p>
<p>The sunshine of joy and of hope would depart,</p>
<p class="i2">And belief in affection would perish for ever!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>To talk thus is folly! I doubt not thy truth,</p>
<p class="i2">A few years of absence will quickly pass over,</p>
<p>I scorn other perils that menace my youth,</p>
<p class="i2">From that wound, I must own, I could never recover!</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p16" id="p16"></a>HENRY,</h2>
<h3>ON THE DEPARTURE OF HIS WIFE FROM CALCUTTA.</h3>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Long is thy passage o'er the main,</p>
<p class="i2">And native air alone can save!</p>
<p>No friend thy weakness will sustain,</p>
<p class="i2">But India is, for thee, a grave!</p>
<p>Though winds arise, though surges swell,</p>
<p>Maria, we must say farewell!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Oh! I bethink me of the time,</p>
<p class="i2">When with each airy hope in view,</p>
<p>In triumph to this fervid clime</p>
<p class="i2">I bore a flowret nurs'd in dew!</p>
<p>No fears did then my joy reprove,</p>
<p class="i2">And it was boundless as my love!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Yet now to strangers I consign</p>
<p class="i2">Thy wounded mind, thy feeble health;</p>
<p>A charge more dear than life resign,</p>
<p class="i2">To watch a little worldly wealth.</p>
<p>Duty compels me to remain</p>
<p class="i2">But oh! how heavy feels the chain!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>My dear Maria! smile no more?</p>
<p class="i2">This seeming patience makes me wild!</p>
<p>So would'st thou once my peace restore,</p>
<p class="i2">When, mourning for our only child,</p>
<p>Each faint appeal was lost in air,</p>
<p class="i2">Or turn'd my sadness to despair.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Alas! I only make thee grieve.</p>
<p class="i2">And hark! the boat awaits below!</p>
<p>They call aloud! and I must leave,</p>
<p class="i2">The tears my folly forc'd to flow.</p>
<p>Oh! had I but the time to prove,</p>
<p class="i2">That mine are only fears of love!</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p17" id="p17"></a>SONNET.</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Urge me no more! nor think, because I seem</p>
<p>Tame and unsorrowing in the world's rude strife,</p>
<p>That anguish and resentment have not life</p>
<p>Within the heart that ye so quiet deem:</p>
<p>In this forc'd stillness only, I sustain</p>
<p>My thought and feeling, wearied out with pain!</p>
<p>Floating as 'twere upon some wild abyss,</p>
<p>Whence, silent Patience, bending o'er the brink,</p>
<p>Would rescue them with strong and steady hand,</p>
<p>And join again, by that connecting link,</p>
<p>Which now is broken:—O, respect her care!</p>
<p>Respect her in this fearful self-command!</p>
<p>No moment teems with greater woe than this,</p>
<p>Should she but pause, or falter in despair!</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p18" id="p18"></a>ON THE REGRET OF YOUTH.</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Before a rose is fully blown,</p>
<p class="i2">The outward leaves announce decay;</p>
<p>So, ere the spring of Youth is flown,</p>
<p class="i2">Its tiny pleasures die away;</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>The gay security we feel,</p>
<p class="i2">The careless soul's delighted rest,</p>
<p>That lively hope, that ardent zeal,</p>
<p class="i2">And smiling sunshine of the breast.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Those simple tints, so bright and clear,</p>
<p class="i2">No healing dew-drops can restore;</p>
<p>For joys, which early life endear,</p>
<p class="i2">Once blighted, can revive no more.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Yet lovely is the full-blown rose,</p>
<p class="i2">Although its infant graces fly;</p>
<p>The various opening leaves disclose,</p>
<p class="i2">A fairer banquet to the eye;</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>A ruby's beams on drifted snow,</p>
<p class="i2">Such pure, harmonious blushes shed;</p>
<p>If distant, cast a tender glow,</p>
<p class="i2">But near, its own imperial red;</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>The form assumes a prouder air,</p>
<p class="i2">And bends more graceful in the gale;</p>
<p>While, from its cup, of essence rare,</p>
<p class="i2">A richer hoard of sweets exhale.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Could we again, by fancy led,</p>
<p class="i2">That bower of swelling leaves confine,</p>
<p>And round that fine, luxuriant head,</p>
<p class="i2">The mossy tendrils now entwine,</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Over what multitudes of bloom</p>
<p class="i2">Would a few timid leaflets close!</p>
<p>What mental joys resign their room,</p>
<p class="i2">To causeless mirth, and tame repose!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>The change to Reason's steady eye,</p>
<p class="i2">Would neither good nor wise appear;</p>
<p>And we may lay one precept by,</p>
<p class="i2">Our discontent is insincere.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p19" id="p19"></a>ELEGY ON SOPHIA GRAHAM,</h2>
<h3>WHO DIED JAN. 21, 1800.</h3>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Sweet is the voice of Friendship to the ear,</p>
<p class="i2">Sweet is Affection's mildly-beaming eye,</p>
<p>Sweet the applause which flows from lips sincere,</p>
<p class="i2">And sweet is Pity's soft responsive sigh!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>But now those flowers of life have lost their bloom,</p>
<p class="i2">Faint all their beauty, cold their healing breath,</p>
<p>No object fills my eye but yonder tomb,</p>
<p class="i2">No sound awakes me but the name of death.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>When in the world, I bear a look serene,</p>
<p class="i2">And veil the gloomy temper of my grief;</p>
<p>Sick with restraint at evening quit the scene,</p>
<p class="i2">To find in tears and solitude relief.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Parent of Hope and Fancy! thoughtful Night!</p>
<p class="i2">Why are these nurselings absent from thy bower,</p>
<p>While Memory, with sullen, strange delight,</p>
<p class="i2">Stalks lonely centinel the live-long hour?</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>O dear Sophia! could we e'er forget,</p>
<p class="i2">Such fair endowments and unsullied worth,</p>
<p>Thy partial friendship calls for our regret,</p>
<p class="i2">And selfish feeling gives remembrance birth.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>How often when this trembling hand essays</p>
<p class="i2">Thy lov'd resemblance once again to trace,</p>
<p>The portrait thought in mimic life arrays</p>
<p class="i2">With all the sweet expression of thy face;</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Art may its symmetry and beauty show,</p>
<p class="i2">A look, a character, the pencil seize,</p>
<p>Give to the form where youthful graces glow,</p>
<p class="i2">An air of pensive dignity and ease,</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>But warmth of feeling and sensation fine,</p>
<p class="i2">By mild reserve from common eyes conceal'd,</p>
<p>The ray of genius and the heart benign,</p>
<p class="i2">In artless gaiety so oft reveal'd—</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>All these are lost; no looks can now arise,</p>
<p class="i2">Like those which every little act endear'd,</p>
<p>Which even in the stranger's careless eyes</p>
<p class="i2">Like innocence from other worlds appear'd!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Oft have I fear'd the breath of foolish praise,</p>
<p class="i2">Might taint the lily which so humbly grew;</p>
<p>That flattery's sun might shoot delusive rays,</p>
<p class="i2">Impede her progress, and distract her view.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>But vain the fear—for she remain'd the same,</p>
<p class="i2">To outward charms indifferent or blind,</p>
<p>Heedless alike of either praise or blame,</p>
<p class="i2">If it respected not her heart and mind.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Rich in historic lore, the poet's lyre</p>
<p class="i2">Had not, though screen'd by time, forsaken hung,</p>
<p>She felt and studied with a kindred fire,</p>
<p class="i2">The lofty strain immortal Maro sung.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>She knew—but why essay to trace her thought</p>
<p class="i2">Through its wide range, describe her blooming youth,</p>
<p>The heart whose feelings were so finely wrought,</p>
<p class="i2">Its meek ambition, and its love of truth?</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>All that parental-vanity desires,</p>
<p class="i2">All that the friend can muse upon and mourn,</p>
<p>All that the lover's ardent vow inspires,</p>
<p class="i2">In thee, Sophia! from the world was torn!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>But still we yield thee to no stranger's care;</p>
<p class="i2">No unknown foe our tender love bereaves;</p>
<p>Thou goest the angels' hallow'd bliss to share,</p>
<p class="i2">A Father thy exalted soul receives!</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p20" id="p20"></a>TO MISS ROUSE BOUGHTON,</h2>
<h3>NOW THE RIGHT HON. LADY ST. JOHN.</h3>
<h4>Aberystwith, July 5th, 17—</h4>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Louisa, while thy pliant fingers trace</p>
<p class="i2">The solemn beauties of the prospect round,</p>
<p>Or, on thy instrument, with touching grace,</p>
<p class="i2">Awaken all the witcheries of sound:</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Mild, as thy manners, do the colours rise,</p>
<p class="i2">As soft and unobtrusive meet the view;</p>
<p>And, when the varied notes the ear surprize,</p>
<p class="i2">We own the harmony as strictly true.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Be thine the praise, alas! a gift how rare!</p>
<p class="i2">Artless, and unpretending, to excel!</p>
<p>Forget the envied charm of being fair,</p>
<p class="i2">To learn the noblest science,—acting well!</p>
<p>And let no world the seal of truth displace,</p>
<p>Or spoil the heart's accordance with the face!</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p21" id="p21"></a>TO THE SAME,</h2>
<h3>ON RECEIVING FROM HER A FEW FLOWERS OUT OF A BOUQUET, FROM MELCHBOURNE,
1807.</h3>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Hail! sweet Louisa! o'er these votive flow'rs</p>
<p class="i2">Friendship and Fancy weave the joyful song,</p>
<p>Wing with fresh rose-leaves all the train of hours,</p>
<p class="i2">That in the distant aether float along!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Like those fair flowrets given by thy hand,</p>
<p class="i2">Like thy own beauty, blooming and serene,</p>
<p>The vision of thy future life is plann'd,</p>
<p class="i2">And forms a clear, a bright, and varied scene!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>That countenance so gentle, and so kind,</p>
<p class="i2">That heart, which never gave a harsh decree,</p>
<p>Suit all the turns of thy harmonious mind,</p>
<p class="i2">And must, perforce, with destiny agree.</p>
<p>This from the Sibyl's leaves affection drew,</p>
<p class="i2">O, be the omen just! the promise true!</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p22" id="p22"></a>TO THE RIVER</h2>
<h3>WHICH SEPARATES ITSELF FROM THE DEE, AT BEDKELLERT.</h3>
<h4>July 19, 1799.</h4>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Let others hail the tranquil stream,</p>
<p class="i2">Whose glassy waters smoothly flow,</p>
<p>And, in the undulating gleam,</p>
<p class="i2">Reflect another world below!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>The yellow Conway as it raves,</p>
<p class="i2">Demands my tributary song!</p>
<p>When, rushing forth, resistless waves</p>
<p class="i2">O'er rocky fragments foam along!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Like him, whose vigorous mind reviews</p>
<p class="i2">The troubles which around him roll;</p>
<p>The ceaseless warfare still pursues,</p>
<p class="i2">And keeps a firm, undaunted soul.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Though sternly bent by toil and care,</p>
<p class="i2">The brow hang darkly o'er his eye—</p>
<p>His features the fix'd meaning wear</p>
<p class="i2">Of one who knows not how to sigh.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>It is not apathy that reigns,</p>
<p class="i2">O'erweening arrogance, or pride,</p>
<p>For, in his warmly-flowing veins,</p>
<p class="i2">The genial feelings all reside.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>It is the breast-plate fortitude</p>
<p class="i2">Should still to injury oppose;</p>
<p>It is the shield with power imbu'd,</p>
<p class="i2">To blunt the malice of his foes.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>And should the savage country round,</p>
<p class="i2">A more engaging aspect show,</p>
<p>O Conway! it will then be found,</p>
<p class="i2">How sweet and clear thy waters flow!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>The birds will dip the taper wing—</p>
<p class="i2">The pilgrim there his thirst assuage,</p>
<p>The wandering minstrel sit and sing,</p>
<p class="i2">Or muse upon a distant age!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Bold River! soon within the deep,</p>
<p class="i2">Each weary strife and conflict o'er,</p>
<p>Thy venerable waves shall sleep,</p>
<p class="i2">And feel opposing rocks no more!</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p23" id="p23"></a>THE OLD MAN'S FAREWELL.</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Farewell, my pilgrim guest, farewell,</p>
<p class="i2">A few days since thou wert unknown,</p>
<p>None shall thy future fortunes tell,</p>
<p class="i2">But sweetly have the moments flown!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>And kindness, like the sun on flowers,</p>
<p class="i2">Soon chas'd away thy tender gloom;</p>
<p>New-fledg'd the sable-pinion'd hours,</p>
<p class="i2">And wove bright tints in Fancy's loom.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>We sought no secrets to divine,</p>
<p class="i2">Neither thy name nor lineage knew,</p>
<p>Our hearts alone have question'd thine,</p>
<p class="i2">And found that all was just and true.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Pass not with hasty step, I pray,</p>
<p class="i2">Across the threshold of my door!</p>
<p>But pause awhile, with kind delay,</p>
<p class="i2">We shall behold thy face no more!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Once only in a hundred years,</p>
<p class="i2">The aloe's precious blossoms swell,</p>
<p>So, in thy presence it appears,</p>
<p class="i2">That Time has blossom'd, fare thee well!<a name=
"footnotetag1" id="footnotetag1"></a><a href=
"#footnote1"><sup>*</sup></a></p>
</div>
</div>
<p class="footnote"><a name="footnote1" id="footnote1"></a><b>Footnote:</b>
See Preface. <a href="#footnotetag1">(return)</a></p>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p24" id="p24"></a>SONG.</h2>
<h3>DISTANCE FROM THE PLACE OF OUR NATIVITY.</h3>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Since I married Palemon, though happy my lot,</p>
<p>Though my garden is pleasant, and lightsome my cot,</p>
<p>Though love's smile, like a sunshine, I constantly see,</p>
<p>Those blessings are all insufficient for me,</p>
<p>I repine not at labour, I ask not for gold,</p>
<p>But I want the sweet eyes of my friends to behold.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>With Palemon I think o'er the world I could roam,</p>
<p>Though he liv'd in a desert, would make it my home.</p>
<p>From him no allurements his Lucy could bribe,</p>
<p>And, though timid, no dangers, no menaces drive.</p>
<p>But the heart that can love with devotion so true,</p>
<p>Is not cold or forgetful, my parents, to you!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Oh idle declaimers! how is it ye say,</p>
<p>That affection and tenderness fade and decay?</p>
<p>Though so easily pain'd, they endure like a gem,</p>
<p>And the heart and the mind imbibe colour from them!</p>
<p>In affliction they brighten, in absence refine,</p>
<p>And are causes of sorrow too sweet to resign.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p25" id="p25"></a>THE OLD SHEPHERD'S RECOLLECTIONS.</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Low, heavy clouds are hanging on the hills,</p>
<p>And half-impatient of the sun's approach,</p>
<p>Shake sullenly their cold and languid wings!</p>
<p>Oh! it is fine to see his morning beams</p>
<p>Burst on the gloom, while, in disorder'd flight,</p>
<p>The shuddering, mournful vapours steal away;</p>
<p>Like the tenacious spirit of a man,</p>
<p>Shrinking from the loud voice of cheerfulness,</p>
<p>When it breaks in, so sadly out of tune,</p>
<p>Upon his quiet musing, and dispels</p>
<p>The waking dream of a dejected heart:</p>
<p>The dream I cherish in this solitude,</p>
<p>In all the wanderings of my little flock,</p>
<p>That which beguiles my loneliness, and takes</p>
<p>Its charm and change from the surrounding scene.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Oh! how unwelcome often are to me</p>
<p>The gayest, most exhilarating sounds!</p>
<p>When slow and sickly Memory, tempted forth</p>
<p>By dint of soft persuasion, brings to light</p>
<p>His treasures—and, with childish eagerness,</p>
<p>Arranges and collects—then suddenly</p>
<p>To have him startled by discordance, drag,</p>
<p>Without discrimination, all away—</p>
<p>And with them leap to his deep hollow cave—</p>
<p>Not easily to be withdrawn again,</p>
<p>Grieves one who loves to think of other times,</p>
<p>To talk with those long silent in the grave,</p>
<p>And pass from childhood to old age again.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Behold this stony rock! whose rifted crest,</p>
<p>Lets the rough, roaring torrent force a way,</p>
<p>And, foaming, pour its waters on the vale!</p>
<p>Behold them tumbling from their dizzy height,</p>
<p>Like clouds, of more than snowy whiteness, thrown</p>
<p>Precipitate from heav'n, which, as they fall,</p>
<p>Diffuse a mist, in form of glory, round!</p>
<p>This was my darling haunt a long time past!</p>
<p>Here, when a boy, in pleasing awe, I sate,</p>
<p>Wistfully silent, with uplifted eye,</p>
<p>And heart attun'd to the sad, lulling sound</p>
<p>They made descending. Far below my feet,</p>
<p>Near where yon little, ruin'd cottage lies,</p>
<p>Oft, at the pensive hour of even-tide</p>
<p>I saw young Osborne bearing on his harp,</p>
<p>And, trusting to an aged mother's care,</p>
<p>His darkling steps: Beneath that falling beech,</p>
<p>Whose wide-spread branches touch the water's edge,</p>
<p>He lov'd to sit, and feel the freshen'd gale</p>
<p>Breathe cool upon him. <span class="caesura">Then that falling
beech</span></p>
<p>Was a young, graceful tree; which, starting up,</p>
<p>Amid the looser fragments of the rock,</p>
<p>Rear'd boldly in the air its lofty head,</p>
<p>While, struggling with the stone, the nervous roots</p>
<p>Pursued their own direction, elbowing out,</p>
<p>Their flinty neighbour; who, o'erspread with moss,</p>
<p>Of varied hues, and deck'd with flow'ring heath,</p>
<p>That from each fissure hung luxuriant down,</p>
<p>Became a seat, where, king of all the scene,</p>
<p>The harper sate, and, in sweet melodies,</p>
<p>Now like the lark rejoicing at the dawn,</p>
<p>Now soothing as the nightingale's sad note,</p>
<p>Hail'd the departing sun, whose golden rays</p>
<p>Glitter'd upon the surface of the wave,</p>
<p>And, as a child upon its mother's arm</p>
<p>Seeks to delay the coming hour of rest,</p>
<p>Till sudden slumbers steal upon his smiles</p>
<p>And veil him in a dream of love and joy,</p>
<p>He seem'd reluctant to withdraw his beams;</p>
<p>And, rich in roseate beauty, for awhile</p>
<p>Kept the green waves beneath his glowing head.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Kind, gentle Osborne! half a century</p>
<p>Has silver'd o'er the crisp and yellow locks</p>
<p>Of thy young auditor, but memory still</p>
<p>Grasps the torn record of my weary life.</p>
<p>And finds full many a page to tell of thee!</p>
<p>Oh! ye who have a friend ye truly love,</p>
<p>One whom your hearts can trust, whose excellence</p>
<p>Was not obtruded boastingly to view,</p>
<p>But time and happy circumstance reveal'd,</p>
<p>Rays of quick light upon a diamond</p>
<p>Which else had lain unnotic'd in the waste!</p>
<p>Oh! hasten! hasten speedily to pay</p>
<p>Each debt of fond affection! lock not up</p>
<p>So cautiously the tribute due to worth!</p>
<p>Nor let reserve, as I have often done,</p>
<p>Enslave the sweetest feelings of the soul!</p>
<p>And hang around them like an envious mist,</p>
<p>O'er the bright radiance of the morning star,</p>
<p>Leaving us nothing but a spot of light</p>
<p>Bereav'd of all its lustre! For my friend,</p>
<p>He never knew that there was one on earth,</p>
<p>After a parent felt the touch of death,</p>
<p>And Love, a weeping pilgrim, turn'd away</p>
<p>Far from his dwelling—Oh! he never knew,</p>
<p>That there was one who would have follow'd him,</p>
<p>With steady kindness, even to the grave!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Thou dear, neglected friend! to whom I owe</p>
<p>All that sustains my heart, and makes me think</p>
<p>The gift of life a blessing, Oh! forgive</p>
<p>That in thy sorrows, my forgetful tongue</p>
<p>Spake not of zeal and service; of the debt</p>
<p>Which gratitude was emulous to pay!</p>
<p>I might have trimm'd the dying lamp of hope,</p>
<p>And cheer'd the bitter hours of banishment:</p>
<p>But Oh! my youth was fearful, and I felt</p>
<p>So deep an awe of that unspotted worth</p>
<p>And saint-like gentleness—such a mistrust</p>
<p>Of my own powers to tell him what I wish'd,</p>
<p>That I resisted all my feelings claim'd,</p>
<p>In anguish I resisted; but a spell</p>
<p>Hung o'er me and compell'd me to be mute.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Methinks I still behold him! tall and fair,</p>
<p>He had a look so tranquil and so mild,</p>
<p>That something holy stole upon the sense</p>
<p>When he appear'd; his language had such power</p>
<p>In converse, that the hearer, as entranced</p>
<p>Sate lingering on to listen; while in song,</p>
<p>Or skill upon the many-stringed harp</p>
<p>Was never heard his equal! Then he knew</p>
<p>All our old ballads, all our father's tales,</p>
<p>All the adventurous deeds of early times,</p>
<p>The punishment of blood or sacrilege,</p>
<p>And the reward of virtue, when it seem'd</p>
<p>Deserted by the world, and left alone,</p>
<p>A prey to scorn, oppression, contumely</p>
<p>And all the ills which make the good despair.</p>
<p>When-e'er we circled round him, one young girl</p>
<p>Was always present, of a nicer ear,</p>
<p>And more refin'd perception than the rest.</p>
<p>Now she was lost in thought, while on her cheek</p>
<p>Lay silent tears—and then that cheek grew pale</p>
<p>In wild amazement—but, when he began</p>
<p>To speak of noble deeds, she rais'd her head,</p>
<p>Bending with looks of mingled awe and love,</p>
<p>And zealous admiration, on the youth,</p>
<p>Alone insensible of all around,</p>
<p>To the soft charm of symmetry and grace,</p>
<p>The smile intelligent, the look benign,</p>
<p>And all the outward raiment of the soul.</p>
<p>Yet, though he saw her not, it was his fate</p>
<p>To have an inward and discerning sense,</p>
<p>Which spake of Lora's gentleness and worth.</p>
<p>He lov'd in her the fondness of his art,</p>
<p>And taught her many wild and simple airs,</p>
<p>Suiting the plaintive tenor of her voice,</p>
<p>Which he would mimic with sweet minstrelsy.</p>
<p>When she was absent, and with strange delight,</p>
<p>Repeat her parting words, her kind adieu,</p>
<p>Or sweetly-spoken promise of return.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>And that return was prompt: she linger'd oft</p>
<p>Till evening wet the ground with heavy dew,</p>
<p>Or came to take her lesson in the morn,</p>
<p>Before her father's anxious eyes unclos'd,</p>
<p>To look upon her beauty with delight,</p>
<p>And soothe the rugged temper of his soul,</p>
<p>By views of future grandeur for his child:</p>
<p>Not thinking that her elegance of mind,</p>
<p>The modest dignity of humble worth</p>
<p>Which fits the low-born peasant to become</p>
<p>A crowned monarch, and to wield with grace</p>
<p>The golden sceptre, had instructed her</p>
<p>To feel no paltry jealousy of power,</p>
<p>No bold aspiring, and no wish beyond</p>
<p>The bounded confines of her present state:</p>
<p>Had counsell'd her, that even mines of wealth,</p>
<p>Could purchase nothing to content the wise,</p>
<p>Esteem or friendship, tenderness or love:</p>
<p>That power at best was but a heavy weight;</p>
<p>If well employ'd, a dubious, unpaid toil,</p>
<p>If ill, a curse, to tempt men to their fate.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Her cheek had often felt the blush of shame,</p>
<p>At his proud boasting; and her heart had sunk</p>
<p>At the cold arrogance that scorn'd the poor;</p>
<p>But she was fain to turn aside, and weep,</p>
<p>To wring her hands in secret, and to raise</p>
<p>The eye of silent anguish up to heaven;</p>
<p>For though he dearly lov'd her, he would ne'er</p>
<p>Submit to hear a murmur at his will.</p>
<p>Oft with her heart oppress'd, and her blue eyes</p>
<p>Full of unshedden tears, she bent her way</p>
<p>Alone to Osborne's lowly cot, and when</p>
<p>Her faint voice call'd the fond inquiry forth,</p>
<p>Would say, "'tis true, my friends, that I am sad,</p>
<p>Nay sick, with vain repining. O! I wish,</p>
<p>That I were either indigent myself,</p>
<p>Or that I had the power, the blessed power</p>
<p>Of cheering the unhappy! for I want,</p>
<p>By kindness to prevent the act of guilt,</p>
<p>And ward the arrows of incroaching Death,</p>
<p>Who comes, before the time, upon his prey.</p>
<p>Think that there should be means to stay his wrath,</p>
<p>To purchase health, life, comfort, innocence,</p>
<p>And yet those means withholden! <span class="caesura">"O! my
heart!</span></p>
<p>It dies with sorrow! and where most I love,</p>
<p>Sheds all its bitterness; delighting still</p>
<p>To tell the many miseries that flit</p>
<p>At times across me! Those I lightly prize</p>
<p>Partake the sunshine of my happier hours,</p>
<p>Although I seek them with far less delight!</p>
<p>The loud laugh dwells not here, the sportive dance,</p>
<p>The carol of unconscious levity,</p>
<p>And yet how oft, how willingly I come!"</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Know'st thou not, Lora," cried the youthful sage,</p>
<p>"That there are things the mind must prize above</p>
<p>What captivates the senses! That in them</p>
<p>She feels no interest, and she takes no care!</p>
<p>That though sometimes an alien, she receives</p>
<p>Delighted back the ensigns of her power,</p>
<p>And takes her truant vassals into grace!</p>
<p>That when thou bring'st to us that wounded mind,</p>
<p>The grave of many feelings, language is</p>
<p>As yet too poor to utter, thou canst give</p>
<p>No richer, dearer token of regard."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Were man indeed the only hope of man,</p>
<p>I never would reprove thee for thy tears!</p>
<p>But, they are vain! man has a surer trust!</p>
<p>The helpless, weary, miserable wretch,</p>
<p>Left by his fellows in the wilderness,</p>
<p>Shall be supported in that trying hour,</p>
<p>By a right arm, which, in his days of strength,</p>
<p>He did not lean upon! A gracious arm,</p>
<p>Which wounds the sick, and heals them by the stroke.</p>
<p>O! Lora! to the Father of the world,</p>
<p>A Judge so patient and so merciful.</p>
<p>That he refuses not the latest sigh.</p>
<p>Nor suffers sorrow but as means to save,</p>
<p>Canst thou not trust the objects of thy care!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Hadst thou the power to help them—it were well,</p>
<p>To be most anxious. To collect thy freight</p>
<p>Of human sorrow, and, by merchandize,</p>
<p>Exchange it for the riches of the world:</p>
<p>For health, for comfort, nay, perchance for life,</p>
<p>That gem of countless value, which sometimes,</p>
<p>Not all the treasures of the East can buy,</p>
<p>Tendered with supplications and with tears,</p>
<p>Is often purchas'd at a petty price,</p>
<p>Nay, in exchange for courtesy. What joy</p>
<p>Must in that moment fill the merchant's heart,</p>
<p>To win a jewel, kings monopolize</p>
<p>The sole disposal of! Be patient then!</p>
<p>This glorious privilege may yet be thine!</p>
<p>Deserve it only by fulfilling all</p>
<p>The gentler duties that have present claims</p>
<p>With cheerfulness and zeal—Let no neglect</p>
<p>Press on thy father's age, no discontent</p>
<p>Sour thee with thy companions, no mistrust</p>
<p>Give pain to friendship, and thy usefulness</p>
<p>Though calm and bounded, has no mean award."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Thus, like a prophet, did he still enforce</p>
<p>Only the virtues and rare qualities</p>
<p>Congenial with her after destiny;</p>
<p>Yet, not foreseeing evil, he himself</p>
<p>Was unprepared, and when her father led,</p>
<p>Her opposition and entreaty past,</p>
<p>The hapless Lora forth, to promise love</p>
<p>And honour to a man, whose vacant mind,</p>
<p>Throughout a course of long succeeding years,</p>
<p>She vainly strove to soften and to raise,</p>
<p>Though he had taught her patience till that hour,</p>
<p>His own at once forsook him, and he fled.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>She murmur'd not, nor even seem'd to mourn,</p>
<p>But losing all her love of solitude,</p>
<p>Appear'd so active in each new pursuit,</p>
<p>So wholly what her anxious father wish'd,</p>
<p>That he repented not his cruelty.</p>
<p>Believing in her happiness, he felt</p>
<p>Himself the author, and became more proud</p>
<p>Of his own wisdom: yet she often heard</p>
<p>His wayward taunt or querulous complaint,</p>
<p>And, from the lordly partner of her fate,</p>
<p>The harsher sound of ignorant rebuke.</p>
<p>She was a matchless woman, when she lost</p>
<p>The timid graces of retiring youth,</p>
<p>She still was lovely, for her shaded eyes</p>
<p>Beam'd with a lofty sweetness, a content</p>
<p>Beyond the pow'r of fortune to destroy.</p>
<p>Careless of let or hindrance, she went on,</p>
<p>Nor shrunk nor started at the many thorns</p>
<p>Strew'd in her toilsome path; still looking forth</p>
<p>To others' weal, forgetful it would seem,</p>
<p>Perchance in heart despairing of her own.</p>
<p>The friend, the help, the comforter of all,</p>
<p>No voice was heard so cheerful, nor a step</p>
<p>So bounding and so light. 'Twas wonderful!</p>
<p>For I have seen her, when her polish'd arm</p>
<p>Has clasp'd the nurseling, with her face conceal'd</p>
<p>Bent fondly o'er; and I have mark'd each limb</p>
<p>To boast a fine expansion, as if thrill'd</p>
<p>With the deep feelings of maternal love</p>
<p>And aching tenderness, too highly wrought</p>
<p>For happy souls to cherish! they delight</p>
<p>In painless joys, and, on the infant's cheek,</p>
<p>Rounded and glowing with a finer bloom</p>
<p>Than the wild-rose, careless imprint the kiss,</p>
<p>Which sorrow always sanctions by a prayer.</p>
<p>They in the radiance of its glancing eyes</p>
<p>See nothing to suffuse with their own tears!</p>
<p>Borne forward on the easy wing of Time,</p>
<p>They travel on, they scarcely meet with Thought,</p>
<p>Or, like a summer cloud, he passes by,</p>
<p>His shadow rests one instant, and again</p>
<p>The scene is calm and brilliant as before!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Not so with Lora, trouble, sickness, death,</p>
<p>Were busy with the residue of peace,</p>
<p>When years and care had weaken'd her regrets,</p>
<p>Veil'd the sad recollection of past days,</p>
<p>And overgrown the softness of her mind,</p>
<p>As the close-creeping ivy hides and rusts</p>
<p>The smooth and silver surface of the beech.</p>
<p>An orphan and a widow—she became</p>
<p>Decisive, watchful, prudent, nay severe</p>
<p>To wilful disobedience or neglect;</p>
<p>Though generous where she perceiv'd desert.</p>
<p>She taught her children with unceasing zeal,</p>
<p>Sought knowledge for their sakes, and, more than all,</p>
<p>Anxious, inquisitive about the heart,</p>
<p>Search'd all the motives, all the incidents</p>
<p>In which it was unfolded; fencing still</p>
<p>Each treacherous failing with a double guard,</p>
<p>And oft repeated warnings; well conceal'd,</p>
<p>Or given with so much kindness, that they serv'd</p>
<p>To draw more closely every knot of love.</p>
<p>Nor did she cease to urge her pious cares</p>
<p>By constant vigilance, till riper age</p>
<p>Had fix'd the moral sense, when, as a bow</p>
<p>For a long active season tightly strain'd</p>
<p>Relaxes, tumult and contention o'er,</p>
<p>She sunk into indulgence, glad to yield</p>
<p>To mildness, nature, and herself again.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Youth, e'en when wise and good, requires a change,</p>
<p>Delights in novelty, and hears of nought</p>
<p>Which suddenly it asks not to behold;</p>
<p>And Lora's children oft assail'd her ear</p>
<p>To let them journey to some rumour'd scene,</p>
<p>Some feast, or village wake, or sprightly dance,</p>
<p>Urging her still to bear them company.</p>
<p>She lov'd to give them pleasure, and one time</p>
<p>(The fav'rite legend of our country folk</p>
<p>Hath oft the tale repeated) as they mix'd</p>
<p>Carelessly in the crowd, remember'd notes</p>
<p>Struck by a harper in a distant tent,</p>
<p>Sweet and soul-piercing as the midnight songs</p>
<p>Which are, they say, the harbingers of death,</p>
<p>Flow'd on her ear—when, with impulsive spring,</p>
<p>As if a magic spell had wing'd her feet,</p>
<p>Fearing the sounds would vanish into air,</p>
<p>And prove delusion ere she reach'd the spot,</p>
<p>She forward rush'd, and soon beheld the friend,</p>
<p>The dear companion of her youth. She seiz'd</p>
<p>The hand that lay upon the quivering chords,</p>
<p>Stopping their melody and resting mute.</p>
<p>The pause was awful—He at length exclaim'd,</p>
<p>In a deep, laboured cry, "Ye heavenly powers!</p>
<p>If Lora lives, the hand I feel is hers!"</p>
<p>She could not speak, but with her other hand</p>
<p>Clasp'd his, and sigh'd and rais'd her eyes to heaven,</p>
<p>When straight the big, round tears began to flow;</p>
<p>"And is it thee, dear Lora! Art thou come</p>
<p>Again to gladden one, who never found</p>
<p>'Mid countless who are good, a heart like thine!</p>
<p>Oh! speak! that I may know if still my ear</p>
<p>Retains a true remembrance of that voice!</p>
<p>For since, it has not drank so sweet a sound."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Hail happy day!" cried Lora, "which restores</p>
<p>The friend whose absence I have mourn'd so long!</p>
<p>For thou, O! Osborne! must with me return,</p>
<p>Me and my children! They shall hear again</p>
<p>Those counsels which inform'd their mother's heart;</p>
<p>Gave courage in the hour of enterprize,</p>
<p>Calmness in danger, patience under ills</p>
<p>That like a swarm of insects buz around,</p>
<p>And vex the spirit which they cannot rouse.</p>
<p>Return, my early, long-lost friend! with us</p>
<p>Thou shalt enjoy repose: our cheerful home</p>
<p>Shall gather round thee many an honest heart</p>
<p>Which knows thy virtues, and will hold thee dear."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>She paus'd, and Osborne joyful gave assent.</p>
<p>Fair hopes of joy engaged his faultering mind,</p>
<p>For long-time had he dragg'd a weary life,</p>
<p>Lone, or bereav'd of relative or friend,</p>
<p>Careful to tend his health, and to divert</p>
<p>His sadness; each succeeding hour had press'd</p>
<p>With its slow-passing wing his gentle head</p>
<p>Drooping and prematurely silver'd o'er,</p>
<p>(Like snows depending on the autumn leaf)</p>
<p>Yet warm, benevolent, serene, resign'd,</p>
<p>And like an angel save in youth and joy.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>A winding path round yonder wooded hill,</p>
<p>Leads to a spot where Nature decks herself</p>
<p>In loveliness and beauty: far below</p>
<p>Spreads the green valley, where a silent stream</p>
<p>Turns, like a serpent writhing in its course;</p>
<p>And, rarified by distance, kissing heaven,</p>
<p>In many noble and fantastic shapes,</p>
<p>A giant range of purple mountains sleeps.</p>
<p>Grand is the scene, and in the centre stands</p>
<p>The tomb of Osborne—after many years</p>
<p>Of happiness and friendship, Lora rais'd</p>
<p>This plain memorial, and her children plac'd</p>
<p>A mother's near, to tell succeeding years</p>
<p>Their talents and their virtue. They themselves</p>
<p>More forcibly express the worth of both,</p>
<p>For they are wise and good, without a shade</p>
<p>Of cold severity or selfish pride.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p26" id="p26"></a>REFLECTION.</h2>
<h4>August 2, 1798.</h4>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>Why should we think the years of life</p>
<p class="i2">Will pass serenely by,</p>
<p>When, for a day, the Sun himself</p>
<p class="i2">Ne'er sees a cloudless sky!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>And, unassuming as she moves,</p>
<p class="i2">The meek-eyed Queen of night,</p>
<p>Meets wand'ring vapours in her path</p>
<p class="i2">To dim her paler light!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Then why should we in vain repine</p>
<p class="i2">At man's uncertain lot,</p>
<p>That cares will equally assail</p>
<p class="i2">The palace and the cot?</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>For Heaven ordains this chequer'd scene</p>
<p class="i2">Our mortal pow'rs t' employ;</p>
<p>That we might know, compare, select,</p>
<p class="i2">Be grateful, and enjoy.</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>[For the last verse I am indebted to the pen of a Friend.]</p>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p27" id="p27"></a>RETROSPECT OF YOUTH.</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>I wander'd forth amid the flow'rs,</p>
<p class="i2">And careless sipp'd the morning air;</p>
<p>Nor hail'd the angel-winged hours,</p>
<p class="i2">Nor saw that Happiness was there!</p>
<p>Alas! I often since have wept</p>
<p>That Gratitude unconscious slept!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>For Truth and Pity then were young,</p>
<p class="i2">And walk'd in simple, narrow bounds;</p>
<p>Affection's meek, assuasive tongue,</p>
<p class="i2">Had sweet, but most capricious sounds.</p>
<p>Once, wild with scornful pride, she fled,</p>
<p>And only turn'd to seek the dead!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Oh! from a garden of delight,</p>
<p class="i2">What fair memento did I bring!</p>
<p>What amaranth of colours bright,</p>
<p class="i2">To mark the promise of my spring?</p>
<p>Behold this flow'r! its leaves are wet,</p>
<p>With tears of lasting, vain regret!</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p28" id="p28"></a>THE DAUGHTER.</h2>
<h4>1797.</h4>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Come, mournful lute! dear echo of my woe!</p>
<p class="i2">No stranger's tread in this lone spot I fear,</p>
<p>Sweeter thy notes in such wild places flow,</p>
<p class="i2">And, what is more, my Henry cannot hear!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"He will not know my pain and my despair,</p>
<p class="i2">When that dread scene arises on my view,</p>
<p>Where my poor father would not hear my pray'r,</p>
<p class="i2">Or grant his only child a last adieu!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"He will not know that still the hour I mourn,</p>
<p class="i2">When death all hopes of pardon snatch'd away;</p>
<p>That still this heart by sad remembrance torn,</p>
<p class="i2">Repeats the dreadful mandate of that day.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Luckless for him has been my constant love,</p>
<p class="i2">Luckless the destiny I bade him brave,</p>
<p>For since a parent did our vows reprove,</p>
<p class="i2">Sorrow was all the gift my fondness gave.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Then, though I knew my father's stern command,</p>
<p class="i2">The short-liv'd conflict of affection o'er,</p>
<p>I offer'd to the youth my dowerless hand,</p>
<p class="i2">And fondly reason'd thus on being poor,</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"'Can pomp or splendour elevate the soul,</p>
<p class="i2">Brighten the lustre that illumes the eye!</p>
<p>Make the rough stream of life more smoothly roll,</p>
<p class="i2">Suppress the tear, or waft away the sigh!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"'Can happiness a purer joy receive,</p>
<p class="i2">In the proud mansions of the rich and great?</p>
<p>Or, tell me, can the wounded bosom heave</p>
<p class="i2">With blunted anguish under robes of state!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"'No! Henry, no! Alas! too well you know,</p>
<p class="i2">The misery of an affected smile,</p>
<p>The pain of clearing the thought-clouded brow,</p>
<p class="i2">To covet for yourself the hateful toil!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"'And since my choice, and reason both approve,</p>
<p class="i2">Since I have known you many a circling year,</p>
<p>And time has well assur'd me of your love,</p>
<p class="i2">Tell me, my Henry, what have I to fear?</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"'My father, though by worldly prudence led,</p>
<p class="i2">Will pardon when our happiness is told.'</p>
<p>Alas! no curses fell upon my head,</p>
<p class="i2">But never did he more his child behold.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"He would not, dying, hear my ardent prayer!</p>
<p class="i2">But, cruel! said, I leave her all my store;</p>
<p>She wrung my doating heart with deep despair,</p>
<p class="i2">And even now perhaps desires no more.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"This is the stroke which all my peace destroys,</p>
<p class="i2">The dagger which no art can draw away,</p>
<p>The thought which every faculty employs,</p>
<p class="i2">Withers my bloom, and makes my strength decay.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"His death, his sorrows are the heavy curse</p>
<p class="i2">That hangs above my poor, distracted head!</p>
<p>His dying words have scatter'd vain remorse,</p>
<p class="i2">For vain, though bitter, are the tears I shed.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"And yet my father to my soul was dear,</p>
<p class="i2">But tender pity was on Henry's side;</p>
<p>I painted him relenting, not severe,</p>
<p class="i2">Nor fancied I could be an orphan bride.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Ah me! excuses will not cure my pain!</p>
<p class="i2">At least, forgetfulness can little plead.</p>
<p>A widow'd parent!—I deserv'd disdain,</p>
<p class="i2">'Tis fit these eyes should weep, this heart should
bleed!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"But yet assist me heaven! to hide my grief,</p>
<p class="i2">My waning health from love's suspicious eyes!</p>
<p>This malady admits of no relief,</p>
<p class="i2">And nought augments the pain, but Henry's sighs.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Perhaps e'en now he wonders at my stay,</p>
<p class="i2">Sees the white fogs of evening rise around,</p>
<p>Comes out to seek me in my devious way,</p>
<p class="i2">But turns not to this unfrequented ground.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Alas! my love, thy anxious care is vain!</p>
<p class="i2">Nothing can stop yon wand'rer of the sky;</p>
<p>Nothing can long this fleeting life retain!</p>
<p class="i2">For oh! I feel that I must shortly die.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"But cease my lute, this low, desponding strain,</p>
<p class="i2">It floats too long upon the heavy air;</p>
<p>Henry may pass and know that I complain.</p>
<p class="i2">One moment's peace to him is worth my care."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>She said, and toward the cheerless mansion flew,</p>
<p class="i2">Her slender, sylph-like form array'd in white,</p>
<p>Not clearly seen amidst surrounding dew,</p>
<p class="i2">Seem'd like a spirit ling'ring in its flight.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Poor Henry, who had watch'd her in the shade,</p>
<p class="i2">In aching silence list'ning to her song,</p>
<p>At distance follow'd slowly through the glade,</p>
<p class="i2">Pausing forgetful as he pass'd along.</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p29" id="p29"></a>YOUTH UNSUSPICIOUS OF EVIL.</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>O bend thy head, sweet morning flow'r!</p>
<p class="i2">And look not up so fresh and bright!</p>
<p>The keen, harsh wind, the heavy show'r,</p>
<p class="i2">Will spoil thy beauties ere the night.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>I grieve to see thee look so gay.</p>
<p class="i2">And so unconscious of thy lot,</p>
<p>For gloom and tempests wait thy day,</p>
<p class="i2">And thou, unhappy, fear'st it not!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Thy tender leaflets all unfold,</p>
<p class="i2">Their colours ripen and refine,</p>
<p>Become most lovely to behold,</p>
<p class="i2">And, ah! most apt to shrink and pine.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Then, bend thy head, sweet morning flow'r!</p>
<p class="i2">I grieve to see thee look so gay!</p>
<p>Close thy soft wings against the show'r,</p>
<p class="i2">And wait a more auspicious day!</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p30" id="p30"></a>THE MOTHER.</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"And beats my heart again with joy!</p>
<p class="i2">And dances now my spirit light!</p>
<p>The skiff that holds my darling boy</p>
<p class="i2">This moment burst upon my sight!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Not yet distinctly I perceive</p>
<p class="i2">Amid the crew his well-known form,</p>
<p>But still his safety I believe,</p>
<p class="i2">I know he has escap'd the storm.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"I feel as if my heart had wings,</p>
<p class="i2">And tender from excess of bliss,</p>
<p>His form, which airy fancy brings,</p>
<p class="i2">In fond emotion seem to kiss.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Welcome the wild, imperfect rest,</p>
<p class="i2">Which these bewilder'd spirits share!</p>
<p>Welcome this tumult of the breast,</p>
<p class="i2">After the shudder of despair!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"My Robert he is brave and strong,</p>
<p class="i2">He will these flowing tears reprove.</p>
<p>Alas! how little know the young,</p>
<p class="i2">The tremor of a Mother's love.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"For we are weak from many a care,</p>
<p class="i2">From many a sleepless, anxious hour,</p>
<p>When fear and hope the bosom tear,</p>
<p class="i2">And ride the brain with fevering power.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"But lo! he cheerly waves his hand!</p>
<p class="i2">I hear his voice! I see his face!</p>
<p>And eager now he springs to land,</p>
<p class="i2">To meet a Mother's fond embrace!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"This failing heart! but joy to me,</p>
<p class="i2">If heaven in pity is thy guard;</p>
<p>And of the pangs I feel for thee,</p>
<p class="i2">Protection be the dear reward!"</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr />
<h2><a name="p31" id="p31"></a>EDGAR AND ELLEN.</h2>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Arrest thy steps! On these sad plains,</p>
<p class="i2">Fair dame, no farther go!</p>
<p>But listen to the martial strains,</p>
<p class="i2">Whose wildness speaks of woe!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Hark! strife is forward on the field,</p>
<p class="i2">I hear the trumpet's bray!</p>
<p>Now spear to spear, and shield to shield,</p>
<p class="i2">Decides the dreadful day!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Unfit for thee, oh! Lady fair!</p>
<p class="i2">The scenes where men engage;</p>
<p>Thy gentle spirit could not bear</p>
<p class="i2">The fearful battle's rage."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"I prithee, stranger, let me fly!</p>
<p class="i2">Though pallid is my cheek,</p>
<p>The lightning's flash delights my eye,</p>
<p class="i2">I love the thunder's break.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>And oft beneath our castle tow'rs,</p>
<p class="i2">When tempests rush'd along,</p>
<p>My steady hand has painted flowers,</p>
<p class="i2">Or voice has rais'd the song."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Oh Lady! that bewilder'd eye</p>
<p class="i2">Is red with recent tears;</p>
<p>Already that heart-startling sigh</p>
<p class="i2">Proclaims thy anxious fears.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Then let a stranger's words prevail,</p>
<p class="i2">Nor thus in danger roam!</p>
<p>Here many frightful ills assail,</p>
<p class="i2">But safety is at home!"</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"No, in some peasant's lowly cot</p>
<p class="i2">Perhaps she may abide,</p>
<p>To consecrate the humble spot,</p>
<p class="i2">But not where I reside.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>In Hubert's halls, my father's foe,</p>
<p class="i2">From childhood have I dwelt,</p>
<p>And for his wily murderer too,</p>
<p class="i2">A filial fondness felt.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Ah me! how often have I press'd</p>
<p class="i2">The lips which seal'd his doom!</p>
<p>How oft the cruel hand caress'd</p>
<p class="i2">Which sent him to the tomb!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>My nurse reveal'd the dreadful truth,</p>
<p class="i2">And, as she told the tale,</p>
<p>A sickly blight pass'd o'er my youth,</p>
<p class="i2">And turn'd its roses pale.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>The heavy secret on my heart</p>
<p class="i2">Like deadly poison prey'd;</p>
<p>For she forbade me to impart</p>
<p class="i2">A word of what she said.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>I, who so blithely sung before,</p>
<p class="i2">So peacefully had slept,</p>
<p>Fancied gaunt murder at the door,</p>
<p class="i2">And listen'd, shook, and wept.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>No longer with an open smile,</p>
<p class="i2">I greeted all around;</p>
<p>My fearful looks were fix'd the while,</p>
<p class="i2">In terror on the ground.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>All saw the change, and kindly strove</p>
<p class="i2">My sadness to relieve;</p>
<p>Base Hubert feign'd a parent's love,</p>
<p class="i2">Which could not see me grieve.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>A painful anger flush'd my cheek,</p>
<p class="i2">My lip indignant smil'd,</p>
<p>I cried, "And did he e'er bespeak</p>
<p class="i2">Thy friendship for his child?"</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Ellen! when death was drawing nigh,</p>
<p class="i2">Thou wert his only care;</p>
<p>Oh! guard her, Hubert, if I die,</p>
<p class="i2">It is my latest prayer.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>To none, dear friend, but thee," he cried,</p>
<p class="i2">"Whose love and truth are known,</p>
<p>Could I this precious charge confide,</p>
<p class="i2">To cherish, as thy own!"</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>I pledg'd my honour, to fulfil</p>
<p class="i2">My dearest friend's desire!</p>
<p>And I have ever acted still,</p>
<p class="i2">As honour's laws require!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Thy mind, dear Ellen, is the proof</p>
<p class="i2">Of my paternal care,</p>
<p>Since form'd beneath this friendly roof,</p>
<p class="i2">So excellent and fair.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Then why that cloud upon thy brow,</p>
<p class="i2">That sullen, fearful sigh!</p>
<p>That something which we must not know,</p>
<p class="i2">That cold and altered eye?</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Why must thy proud, suspicious air,</p>
<p class="i2">Give every heart a pain?</p>
<p>Why must my son, my Edgar bear</p>
<p class="i2">Unmerited disdain?"</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>I hung my bead, my fault'ring tongue</p>
<p class="i2">In feeble murmurs spoke,</p>
<p>His specious art my bosom wrung,</p>
<p class="i2">I shudder'd at his look.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>And thus, bewildered with my woes,</p>
<p class="i2">I faint and careless rove;</p>
<p>For oh! I cannot dwell with those</p>
<p class="i2">I must no longer love."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Fair lady, calm that anxious heart,</p>
<p class="i2">And to my voice attend!</p>
<p>Thy father died by Hubert's dart,</p>
<p class="i2">And yet he was his friend.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>For Lancaster Sir Philip rose,</p>
<p class="i2">And many a Yorkist slew;</p>
<p>Till, singling him amidst his foes,</p>
<p class="i2">Lord Hubert's arrow flew.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>But soon we saw the victor stand</p>
<p class="i2">Beside, in sorrow drown'd;</p>
<p>And soon Sir Philip took the hand,</p>
<p class="i2">Which gave the deadly wound.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"My friend, unweeting was thy aim,</p>
<p class="i2">And is by me forgiv'n,</p>
<p>But oh! one sacred oath I claim,</p>
<p class="i2">In sight of men, and heav'n!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Oh! promise with a father's zeal,</p>
<p class="i2">My Ellen to protect!</p>
<p>Nor let her like an orphan feel</p>
<p class="i2">Dependence, and neglect!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>And then, almost without regret,</p>
<p class="i2">I can my charge resign;</p>
<p>For, during life, I never met</p>
<p class="i2">So true a heart as thine."</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Lord Hubert pledg'd his sacred word,</p>
<p class="i2">He wept, and, kneeling, swore,</p>
<p>In England ne'er to wield a sword,</p>
<p class="i2">Or shoot an arrow more.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>From civil war, whose daily crimes</p>
<p class="i2">This island long shall rue,</p>
<p>From all the evil of the times,</p>
<p class="i2">In anguish he withdrew.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>I wonder that, by nature bold,</p>
<p class="i2">He stoop'd to wear disguise,</p>
<p>Or leave the hapless tale untold,</p>
<p class="i2">Which wakens thy surprise!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Yet the sad shame that fill'd his breast,</p>
<p class="i2">May well thy pity crave,</p>
<p>A turtle dove may build her nest</p>
<p class="i2">Upon thy father's grave—"</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Stranger, that warrior from the east,</p>
<p class="i2">Who comes with headlong speed,</p>
<p>Is Edgar, Hubert's son, at least,</p>
<p class="i2">He rides on Edgar's steed!"</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Be calm, fair maid! Thou gallant knight,</p>
<p class="i2">Who speedest o'er the plain,</p>
<p>Give us some tidings of the fight,</p>
<p class="i2">The victor and the slain!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>One moment stay! for many a care</p>
<p class="i2">Now fills us with alarm!</p>
<p>Is Edward King? Is Hubert's heir,</p>
<p class="i2">Escap'd from death and harm?"</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"The sun of Lancaster is set,</p>
<p class="i2">And never more to rise;"</p>
<p>Return'd the knight, "I know not yet</p>
<p class="i2">If Edgar lives or dies!"</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>And scarce he check'd the flowing rein,</p>
<p class="i2">In hurried accents spoke,</p>
<p>And, dull and hollow was the strain</p>
<p class="i2">That through the helmet broke.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Where is he?" shriek'd fair Ellen forth,</p>
<p class="i2">He started at the sound,</p>
<p>And, leaping sudden on the earth,</p>
<p class="i2">His armour rang around.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Queen of my destiny!" he cried,</p>
<p class="i2">"Thy faithful Edgar see!</p>
<p>Whose welfare thou canst best decide,</p>
<p class="i2">For it depends on thee!</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>I sav'd our youthful Monarch's life,</p>
<p class="i2">Whose bounteous hand accords,</p>
<p>A dower to grace the noblest wife</p>
<p class="i2">That England's realm affords.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>With thee his splendid gifts I share,</p>
<p class="i2">Or soon this youthful head</p>
<p>A solemn monk's dark cowl shall wear,</p>
<p class="i2">To love and glory dead.</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>Perhaps that tear upon thy cheek</p>
<p class="i2">Foretels a milder doom!</p>
<p>Thou wilt again our mansion seek,</p>
<p class="i2">Oh! let me lead thee home!"</p>
</div>
</div>
<hr class="full" />
<h3>FINIS.</h3>
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