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And Love is ftill an emptier found,
. The modern fair one's jest ; • On earth unseen, or only found
• To warm the turtle's nest. For shame, fond youth ! thy sorrows hush,
' And spurn the sex !' he said : But, while he spoke, a rising blush
His love-lorn guest betray'd.
Swift mantling to the view,
As bright, as transient too.
Alternate spread alarms;
A maid in all her charms.
" A wretch forlorn,” she cry'd,
“ Where Heaven and you refide! « But let a maid thy pity share,
" Whom love as taught to stray ; “ Who seeks for reft, but finds despair
Companion of her way. “ My father liv'd beside the Tyne,
“ A wealthy lord was he ; " And all his wealth was mark'd as mine ;
“ He had but only me. " To win me from his tender arme
“ Unnumber'd suitors came ;
" Who prais'd me for imputed charms,
“ And felt, or feign’d a flame. " Each hour a mercenary crowd
“ With richest proffers ftrove; " Among the rest young Edwin bow'd,
" But never talk'd of love. “ In humble, simplest habit clad,
“ No wealth or pow'r had he; 6 Wisdom and worth were all he had,
“ But there were all to me. “ The blossom op'ning to the day,
• The dews of heaven refin'd, " Could nought of purity difplay
" To emulate his mind. « The dew, the blossoms of the tree,
“ With charms inconftant shine : " Th charms were his; but, woe to me!
“ Their constancy was mine. « For ftill I try'd each fickle art,
“ Importunate and vain ; " And, while his passion touch'd my heart,
“ I triumph'd in his pain :
“ He left ine to my pride ;
“ In secret, where he dy'd,
“ And well my life shall pay ;
“ And fretch me where he lay!
“ And there forlorn, despairing hid,
« l'll lay me down and die ; 66 'Twas so for me that Edwin did,
“ And so for him will I !"" • Forbid it, Heav'n!' the Hermit cry'd,
And clasp'd her to his breast : The wond’ring fair-one turn'd to chidemme
'Twas Edwin's self that press’d. • Turn, Angelina, ever dear ;
• My charmer, turn to see • Thy own, thy long-loft Edwin here,
• Restor'd to love and thee. • Thus let me hold thee to my heart,
• And ev'ry care resign: • And shall we never, never party
• My life my all that's mine ? • No, never from this hour to part;
We'll live and love lo true, • The figh that rends thy con tant heart
Shall break thy Edwin's too!'
And kindly loos'd the frozen foil ;
'Twas then, amid the vocal throng,
Whom nature wakes to mirth and love, A Blackbird rais'd his amorous song,
And thus it echo'd thro' the grove : « O fairest of the feather'd train!
« For whom I fing, for wbom I burn; « Attend with pity to my strain,
“ And grant my love a kind return. “ For see, the wintry forms are flown,
“ And gentle zephyrs fan the air ; « Let us the genial influence own,
« Let us the vernal pastime hare. of The raven plumes his jetty wing,
“ To please his croaking paramour ; “ The larks responsive ditties fing,
“ And tell their paffion as they soar. “ But trust me, love, the raven's wing
“ Is not to be compar'd with mine; « Nor can the lark so sweetly sing
“ As I, who étrength with sweetness join. “ O, let me all thy steps attend !
“ I'll point new treasures to thy sight; “ Whether the grove thy wilh befriend,
« Or hedge-rows green, or meadows bright. « f'll Thew my love the cleareft rill,
“ Whose streams among the pebbles Atray; “ These will we fip, and lip our fill,
" Or on the flow'ry margin play. " I'll lead her to the thicket brake,
“ Impervious to the school-boy's eye;
" For her the plaster'd neft I'll make,
" And on her downy pinions lie. " When prompted by a mother's care,
“ Her warmth shall form th' imprison d young, 66 The pleasing task I'll gladly share,
« Or cheer her labours with my song. “ To bring her food I'll range the fields,
" And cull the best of ev'ry kind; " Whatever nature's bounty yields,
" And love's affiduous care can find. or And when my lovely mate would stray,
“ To taste the summer sweets at large, " I'll wait at home the live-long day,
r. And tend with care our little charge. “ Then prove with me the sweets of love,
« With me divide the cares of life ; " No bush shall boast in all the grove
“ So fond a mate, so bless'd a wife.” He ceas'd his song. The melting dame,
With soft indulgence heard the strain ; She felt, she own'd, a mutual flame,
And hafted to relieve his pain.
And nestled closely to her fide;
And she the most delighted bride.
“ Behold,” he said, “ the new-born day! " The lark his matin peal has rung, " Arise, my love, and come away."