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There beauteous Emma fldurilh'd sair,

Beneath a mother's eye;
Whose only wish on earth was now.

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:
That sun, who bids their diamond bfa2e,

To paint our lilly deignSi

Long had she sill'd each youth/ with love,

Each maiden with despair;
And though by all a wonder owfi'd,'

Yet knew not she was sair,

VI. . '.' Till Edwin came, the pride os swahW}. .'

A soul devoid os :ut;
And srom whose eye, serenely mild,

Shone sorth the seeling heart.


A mutual slame was quickly caught;
Was quickly too reveal'd:

For neither bofcm lodg'd a wish,
That virtue keeps conceal'd.


What happy hours os home-selt bliss

Did love on both bestow!
But bliss too mighty long to last,

Where sortune proves a soe.

. IX.

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:
His heart, that durst not disobey,

Yet could not cease to love.


Deny'd her sight, he oft behind

The spreading hawthorn crept,
To snatch a glance, to mark the spot

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:
So sades the sresh rose in its prime,

Besore the northern blast.


The parents now, with late remorse^

Hung o'er his dying bed;
And weary'd Heaven with sruitless vows,

And sruitless sorrow shed.


'Tis past! he cry'd—but is your souls

Sweet mercy yet can move,
Let these dim eyes once more behold,

What they must ever love!


She came ; his cold hand sostly touch'd,.
And bath'd with many a tear;

Fast-salling o'er the primrose pale,
So morning dews appear.


But oh! his sister's jealous care,

A cruel sister she!
Forbade what Emma came to say;

"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
In every bush his hovering shade,

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—
From her white arm down sunk her head;

She shivering sigh'd, and died.



Whether amid the gloom os Night I stray,
Or my glad eyes enjoy revolving clay,
Still Nature's various sace insorms my sense,
Os an all-wise, all-powersul Providence.

When the gay sun sirst breaks the shades os Night,
And strikes the distant eastern hills with light,
Colour returns, the plains their livery wear,
And a bright verdure clothes the smiling year;
The blooming stow'rs with opening beauties glow,
And grazing flocks their milky fleeces show;
The barren clists with chalky sronts arise,
And a pure azure arches o'er the skies.
But when the gloomy reign os Night returns,
Stript os her sading pride, all Nature mourns:

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