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The wayward steel, to truth thus reconciled,
And now, lash'd on by destiny severe,
In vain the chords and axes were prepared,
Till like the mine, in whose infernal cell
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John LOGAN. 1748–1788.
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Thou messenger of spring!
And woods thy welcome sing."
What time the daisy decks the green,
Thy certain voice we hear;
Or mark the rolling year ?
Delightful visitant! with thee
I hail the time of flowers,
From birds among the bowers.
To pull the primrose gay,
And imitates thy lay.
What time the pea puts on the bloom,
Thou fliest thy vocal vale,
Another Spring to hail.
Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green,
Thy sky is ever clear ;
No winter in thy year!
Oh, could I fly, I'd fly with thee!
We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe,
Companions of the Spring.
THE LOVERS. Har. 'Tis midnight dark : 'tiş silence deep, My father's house is hush'd in sleep; In dreams the lover meets his bride, She sees her lover at her side ; The mourner's voice is now suppress'd, A while the weary are at rest : 'Tis midnight dark ; 'tis silence deep; I only wake, and wake to weep.
The window's drawn, the ladder waits,
| The dog howls dismal in the heath,
The raven croaks the dirge of death;
Ah me! disaster's in the sound ! The terrors of the night are round; A sad mischance my fears forebode, The demon of the dark's abroad, And lures, with apparition dire, The night-struck man through flood and fire. The owlet screams ill-boding sounds, The spirit walks unholy rounds; The wizard's hour eclipsing rolls, The shades of hell usurp the poles ; The moon retires ; the heaven departs; From opening earth a spectre starts : My spirit dies-Away, my fears, My love, my life, my lord appears !
Hen. I come, I come, my love! my life! And nature's dearest name, my wife! Long have I loved thee; long have sought; And dangers braved, and battles fought; In this embrace our evils end, From this our better days ascend; The year of suffering now is o’er, At last we meet to part no more. My lovely bride! my consort, come! The rapid chariot rolls thee home.
Har. I fear to go-I dare not stay. Look back-I dare not look that way.
Hen. No evil ever shall betide
Har. Still beats my bosom with alarms:
I leave a mother bathed in tears ;
Hen. My Harriet, dissipate thy fears, And let a husband wipe thy tears ; For ever join'd our fates combine, And I am yours and you are mine. The fires the firmament that rend, On this devoted head descend, If e'er in thought from thee I rove, Or love thee less than now I love! Although our fathers have been foes, From hatred stronger, love arose; From adverse briers that threat'ning stood, And threw a horror o'er the wood, Two lovely roses met on high, Transplanted to a better sky; And, grafted in one stock, they grow, In union spring, in beauty blow.
Har. My heart believes my love ; but still My boding mind presages ill : For luckless ever was our love, Dark as the sky that hung above. While we embraced, we shook with fears, And with our kisses mingled tears; We met with murmurs and with sighs, And parted still with watery eyes.