Nor Guides, nor Rules, his Sov'reign Choice controul, His Body Independent, as his Soul ba Loos'd to the World's wide range,-enjoyn'd no Aim; Prefcrib'd no Duty, and affign'd no Name: Nature's unbounded Son, he ftands alone, barsɔnoƆ His Heart unbyafs'd, and his Mind his own, o O Mother, yet no Mother!--'tis to you, My Thanks for fuch diftinguish'd Claims are due." You, unenflav'd to Nature's narrow Laws, Warm Championefs for Freedom's Sacred Caufe, From all the dry Devpirs of Blood and Line, From Ties Maternal, Moral and Divine, Discharg'd my grasping Soul; push'd me from Shore, And launch'd me into Life without an Oar. H What had I loft, if conjugally kind, exe sien tud By Nature hating, yet by Vows confin'd, Untaught the Matrimonial Bounds to flight, M And coldly confcious of a Husband's Right, You had faint-drawn me with a Form alone, A Lawful Lump of Life by Force your own! > I had been born your dull, domestic Heir; Lordly Lordly neglectful of a Worth unknown, And flumb'ring in a Seat, by Chance my own. Far nobler Bleffings wait the Baftard's Lot; Thus Unprophetic, lately misinfpir'd, But thought to purpose, and to act were One; O Memory!-thou Soul of Joy and Pain! While While fharp, and numberless my Sorrows fall; 919 W Yet thou repeat it, and multiply'ft 'em all!n boblida qvci lizei dio? vuontiuibus) asd The Is Chance a Guilt that my difaft'rous Heart, b'll For Mischief never meant, must ever smart toniz Can Self-defence be Sin? Ah, plead no more! What tho' no purpos'd Malice stain'd thee o'er ? Had Heav'n befriended thy unhappy Side, ION 10 Thou had'ft not been provok'd-Or Thou had'ft died. Far be the Guilt of homefhed Blood from All, Griev'd I forgive, and am grown cool too late. Young, and unthoughtful then; who knows, one Day, He might have fav'd fome Worth, now doom'd to fall; O Fate of late Repentance! Always vain: Thy Remedies but lull undying Pain. Where shall my Hope find Reft? No Mother's Care Which gives at once a Life, and rears a Mind? > Mother, mifcall'd, Farewell of Soul fevere, This fad Reflexion yet may force one Tear: All I was wretched by to you I ow'd, Alone from Strangers ev'ry Comfort flow'd dwon tel oct loo ́s inorg ini bus augtot | B'vano And now adopted, who was doom'd beforeqqin New-born, I may a nobler Mother claim Loft to the Life you gave, Your Son no more groY W H But dare not whifper her Immortal Name Supremely Lovely, and Serenely Great QUEEN of a People's Heart, who ne'er before const Agreed One Contest yet remains in this Defire, Who moft thall give Applaufe, where all Admire. 91977 |