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I come, dear companion in grief!
Gay scenes and fond pleasures, adieu! I come, and we'll gather relief
From bofoms so chaste and so true.
Like you, I have mourn’d the long night,
And wept out the day in despair ; Like you, I have banish'd delight,
And bosom’d a friend in my care.
Ye meadows so lively t, farewell !
Your velvet still Allen shall tread; All deaf to the sound of that knell
Which tolls for his Ella when dead.
Your wish will, too sure, be obey'd ;
Nor Allen her lofs shall bemoan; Soon, foon shall poor Ella be laid
Where her heart shall be cold as your own.
Then twin'd in the arms of that fair,
Whose wealth has been Ella's fad fate; As together ye draw the free air,
And a thousand dear pleasures relate i
If chance, o'er my turf, as ye tread,
Ye dare to affect a fond sigh,
+ In the MS. it appears “ lovely."
Ah! weep not, fond maid ! 'tis in vain;
Like the tears which you lend to the stream;
Scarce echo had gather'd the found,
But she plung’d from her grass-springing bed : The liquid stream parts, to the ground,
And the mirror clos'd over her head.
The fwains of the village, at eve,
Oft meet at the dark-spreading yew; There, wonder how man could deceive
A bosom so chaste and so true,
With garlands, of ev'ry flow'r,
(Which Ella herself shou'd have made,) They raise up a short-living bow'r;
And, fighing ! cry, “ Peace to her shade."
Then, hand-lock'd-in-hand, as they move
The green-platting hillock around; They talk of poor Ella, and love;
And freshen, with tears, the fair ground.
Nay, wish they had never been born,
Or liv'd, the fad moment to view ! When her Allen could thus be forsworn,
And his Ella could still be so true.
LINES ON THE
MUCH LAMENTED DEATH OF THE
MARQUIS OF TAVISTOCK.
The poet after giving a short but just character
of the marquis; and describing the grief of his noble father the duke of Bedford, proceeds thus :
SEE where the object of his filial love,
His mother, loft in tears, laments his doom : Speak comfort to her soul:O! from the sacred fount, wbere Aow thy streams Of heav'nly consolation, O! one drop, To footh his hapless wife! Iharp forrow preys Upon her tender frame-Alas, the faints, She falls ! ftill grasping in her hand The picture of her lord-All gracious heav'n! Just are thy ways, and righteous thy decrees, But dark and intricate; else why this meed For tender faithful love ; this sad recurn For innocence and truth? Was it for this By virtue and the smiling graces led, (Fair types of long succeeding years of joy,) She twin'd the votive wreath at Hymnen's fhrine,
So soon to fade and die ?-Yet O! reflect,
THE CONTENTED PAIR.
A cottage, with a steeple nigh,
A little brook that bubbles by; A garden full of fruits and flowers, Of mossy beds and shady bowers ; An orchard richly stor’d with fruit That any lady's taste may
+ She was then with child,
Daisies o'er spread th' enameld ground,