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There beauteous Emma fldurilh'd sair,
Beneath a mother's eye;
To see her blest, .and die.
The sostest blush that Nature spreads
Gave colour to her cheek: Such orient colour smiles through heaven,
When vernal mornings break.
Nor let the pride os great ones scorn
This charmer os the plains:
To paint our lilly deignSi
Long had she sill'd each youth/ with love,
Each maiden with despair;
Yet knew not she was sair,
VI. . '.' Till Edwin came, the pride os swahW}. .'
A soul devoid os :ut;
Shone sorth the seeling heart.
A mutual slame was quickly caught;
For neither bofcm lodg'd a wish,
What happy hours os home-selt bliss
Did love on both bestow!
Where sortune proves a soe.
His sister, who, like Envy sorm'd,
Like her in mischies joy'd, To work them harm, with wicked skill,
Each darker art employ'd.
The sather too, a sordid man,
Who love nor pity knew, Was all-unseeling as the clod
From whence his riches grew.
Long had he seen their secret flame,
And saw it long unmov'd: Then with a sather's srown at last
Had sternly disapprov'd.
In Edwin's gentle: heart, a war
Os dissering passions strove:
Yet could not cease to love.
Deny'd her sight, he oft behind
The spreading hawthorn crept,
Where Emma walk'd and wept.
Oft too on Stanmore's wintry waste;
Beneath the moonlight shade, In sighs to pour his sosten'd soul,
The midnight mourner stray'd.
His cheek, where health with beauty glow'dr
A deadly pale o'ercast:
Besore the northern blast.
The parents now, with late remorse^
Hung o'er his dying bed;
And sruitless sorrow shed.
'Tis past! he cry'd—but is your souls
Sweet mercy yet can move,
What they must ever love!
She came ; his cold hand sostly touch'd,.
Fast-salling o'er the primrose pale,
But oh! his sister's jealous care,
A cruel sister she!
"My Edwin live sor me."
Now homeward as she hopeless wept
The church-yard path along, The blast blew cold, the dark owl scream'd
Her lover's suneral song.
Amid the salling gloom os night,
Her startling sancy sound
His groan in every sound.
Alone, appall'd, thus had she pass'd
The visionary vale
When lo! the death-bell souSte her ear,.
Sad-sounding in the gale!
Just then she reach'd, with trembling step,
Her aged mother's door
He's gone! she cry'd; and I fliall see
That angel-sace no siore!
I seel, I seel this breaking heart
Beat high against my ut!e—
She shivering sigh'd, and died.
Whether amid the gloom os Night I stray,
When the gay sun sirst breaks the shades os Night,