I come, dear companion in grief! From bofoms fo chafte and fo true. Like you, I have mourn'd the long night, And bofom'd a friend in my care. Ye meadows fo lively †, farewell! Which tolls for his Ella when dead. Your wifh will, too fure, be obey'd; Soon, foon fhall poor Ella be laid Where her heart fhall 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; If chance, o'er my turf, as ye tread, Perhaps it is, "And the violet languifh and die.” Ah! Ah! weep not, fond maid! 'tis in vain ; 1 And your fighs are still loft upon him. Scarce echo had gather'd the found, But the plung'd from her grafs-fpringing bed: The liquid ftream parts, to the ground, And the mirror clos'd over her head. The fwains of the village, at eve, With garlands, of ev'ry flow'r, (Which Ella herself shou'd have made,)] They raise up a fhort-living bow'r; And, fighing! cry, "Peace to her fhade." Then, hand-lock'd-in-hand, as they move And freshen, with tears, the fair ground. Nay, wifh they had never been born, Or liv'd, the fad moment to view! When her Allen could thus be forfworn, And his Ella could ftill be fo true. LINES LINES ON THE MUCH LAMENTED DEATH OF THE MARQUIS OF TAVISTOCK. The poet after giving a fhort but juft character of the marquis; and defcribing the grief of his noble father the duke of Bedford, proceeds thus: EE where the object of his filial love, SEE His mother, loft in tears, laments his doom: Speak comfort to her foul: O! from the facred fount, where flow thy ftreams To footh his hapless wife! harp forrow preys The picture of her lord-All gracious heav'n! So So foon to fade and die ?-Yet O! reflect, ne'er deplor'd Chafte partner of his life! you His alienated heart: (difaftrous ftate! Condition worse than death!) the facred torch This be thy comfort:-turn thine eyes awhile, Nor with that lifeless picture feed thy woe; Turn yet thine eyes; fee how they court thy finiles, Thofe infant pledges of connubial joy! Dwell on their looks, and trace his image there: THE CONTENTED PAIR. A cottage, with a fteeple nigh, A little brook that bubbles by; A garden full of fruits and flowers, Of moffy beds and fhady bowers; An orchard richly ftor'd with fruit That any lady's tafte may fuit; She was then with child. Daifies Daifies o'er fpread th' enamel'd ground, The tender trees and fhrubs exhale, VERSES |