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HARRIET.

I fear to go-I dare not stay.

Look back. I dare not look that way.

HENRY.

No evil ever shall betide

My love, while I am at her fide.

Lo! thy protector and thy friend,

The arms that fold thee will defend.

HARRIET.

Still beats my bosom with alarms :
I tremble while I'm in thy arms!
What will impassion'd lovers do?
What have I done to follow you?
I leave a father torn with fears;
I leave a mother bath'd in tears;
A brother girding on his fword
Against my life, against my lord.

Now,

Now, without father, mother, friend,
On thee my future days depend;
Wilt thou, for ever true to love,
A father, mother, brother prove?

O Henry!to thy arms I fall,
My friend! my husband! and my all!

Alas! what hazards may I run?

Shouldst thou forsake me I'm undone.

HENRY.

My Harriet, diffipate thy fears,

And let a husband wipe thy tears ;

For ever join'd our fates combine,
And I am yours, and you are mine.
The fires the firmament that rend,
On this devoted head defcend,
If e'er in thought from thee I rove,
Or love thee less than now I love!

Altho

:

Altho' our fathers have been foes,

From hatred stronger, love arose;

From adverse briars that threatening stood,

And threw a horror o'er the wood,

Two lovely rofes met on high,

Transplanted to a better sky,

And, grafted in one stock, they grow,

In union spring, in beauty blow.

HARRIET.

My heart believes my love; but still

My boding mind presages ill :

For luckless ever was our love,

Dark as the sky that hung above.

While we embraced, we shook with fears,

And with our kisses mingled tears;

We met with murmurs and with fighs,

And parted still with watery eyes.

An An unforeseen and fatal hand

Cross'd all the measures Love had plann'd;
Intrusion marr'd the tender hour,

A demon started in the bower;

If, like the past, the future run,

And my dark day is but begun,
What clouds may hang above my head?
What tears may I have yet to shed?

HENRY.

O do not wound that gentle breast,

Nor fink, with fancied ills oppreft;
For foftness, sweetness, all, thou art,
And love is virtue in thy heart.

That bosom ne'er shall heave again

But to the poet's tender strain;

And never more these eyes o'erflow

But for a hapless lover's woe.

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Long on the ocean tempeft-tost,

At last we gain the happy coast;
And fafe recount upon the shore
Our sufferings past and dangers o'er:
Past scenes; the woes we wept erewhile
Will make our future minutes smile:
When sudden joy from forrow springs,
How the heart thrills thro' all its strings!

:

HARRIET.

My father's castle springs to fight;
Ye towers that gave me to the light!
O hills! O vales! where I have play'd;
Ye woods, that wrapt me in your shade!
O scenes I've often wandered o'er!

O fcenes I shall behold no more!

I take a long, last, lingering view :
Adieu! my native land adieu!

O father,

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