"Nought pure or perfect here is found; " Beyond the dim horizon far, Unseen the trembling Virgin heard The Stranger's tale of woe; Then enter'd, as an angel bright, The stranger rose, he look'd, he gazed, He stood a statue pale; His heart did throb, his cheek did change, At At last, "My Emily herself "Alive in all her charms!" The father kneel'd; the lovers rush'd In speechless ecstasy entranced Long while they did remain; They glow'd, they trembled, and they fobb'd, They wept and wept again. The father lifted up his hands, To bless the happy pair; Heaven smiled on Edward the beloved, And Emily the fair. 1 1 MONIMIA. AN ODE. : I : N weeds of forrow wildly 'dight, Alone beneath the gloom of night, Monimia went to mourn; She left a mother's fond alarms; She left a father's folding arms; Ah! never to return! The bell had ftruck the midnight hour, Disastrous planets now had power, And evil spirits reign'd; The lone owl, from the cloistered ifle, O'er falling fragments of the pile, Ill-boding prophet plain'd. I While While down her devious footsteps stray, She tore the willows by the way, And gazed upon the wave; Then raising wild to Heaven her eyes, With fobs, and broken accent, cries, "I'll meet thee in the grave." Bright o'er the border of the stream, She knew the wonted grove; To form the bower of love. The tuneful Philomela rose, And sweetly-mournful fung her woes, "She mourns her mate like me." " I loved " I loved my lover from a child, " And sweet the youthful cherub smiled, " And wanton'd o'er the green ; " He train'd my Nightingale to fing, " He spoil'd the gardens of the Spring, "To crown me rural Queen. " My brother died before his day; " Sad, thro' the church-yard's dreary way, "We wont to walk at eve; " And bending o'er th' untimely urn, ८८ Long at the monument to mourn, " And look upon his grave. " Like forms funereal while we stand, 2 " From |