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THESE are the charming agonies of LOVE,
Whose misery delights. But through the heart
Should JEALOUSY its venom once diffuse,
'Tis then delightful misery no more,
But agony unmix’d, inceffant gall,
Corroding every thought, and blasting all
Love's paradise. Ye fairy prospects, then,
Ye beds of roses, and ye bow’rs of joy,
Farewell! ye gleamings of departed peace,
Shine out your last! the yellow-tinging plague
Internal vision taints, and in a night
Of livid gloom imagination wraps.
Ah, then inftead of love-enliven'd cheeks,
Of funny features, and of ardent eyes,
With flowing rapture bright, dark looks fucceed,
Suffus’d, and glaring with untender fire;
A clouded afpect, and a burning cheek,
Where the whole poison'd foul, malignant, fits,
And frightens love away. Ten thousand fears
Invented wild, ten thousand frantic views
Of horrid rivals, hanging on the charms
For which he melts in fondness, eat him up
With fervent anguish, and consuming rage.
In vain reproaches lend their idle aid,
Deceitful pride, and resolution frail,
Giving falle peace a moment. Fancy pours,
Afresh, her beauties on his busy thought,
Her first endearments twining round the soul,
With all the witchcrafts of ensnaring love.
Straight the fierce storm involves his mind anew,
Flames thro’ the nerves, and boils along the veins;
While anxious doubt distracts the tortur'd heart :
For ev’n the fad assurance of his fears
Were ease to what he feels. Thus the warm youth,
Whom love deludes into his thorny wilds,
Thro’ flow'ry-tempting paths, or leads a life
Of ferver'd rapture, or of cruel care;
His brightest tames extinguish'd all, and all
His lively moments running down to wafie.
BUT happy they! the happiest of their kind !
Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate
Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend.
'Tis not the coarser tie of human laws,
Unnat’ral oft and foreign to the mind,
That binds their peace, but harmony itself,
Attuning all their passions into LOVE;
Where friendship full-exerts her softest pow'r,
Perfect esteem, enliven'd by desire
Ineffable, and sympathy of soul;
Thought meeting thought, and will preventing will,
With boundless confidence; for nought but LOVE
Can answer LOVE, and render bliss fecure.
Let him, ungen'rous, who, alone intent
To bless himself, from sordid parents buys
The loathing virgin, in eternal care,
Well-merited, consume his nights and days ;
Let barbarous nations, whose inhuman Love
Is wild desire fierce, as the suns they feel;
Let eastern tyrants, from the light of heav'n
Seclude their bofom-Naves, meanly poffefs'd
Of a mere lifeless, violated form:
While those whom love cements in holy faith,
And equal transport, free as nature live,
Disdaining fear. What is the world to them,
pomp, its pleasure, and its nonsense all !
Who in each other clasp whatever fair
High fancy forms, and lavish hearts can wish!
Something than beauty dearer should they look,
Or, on the mind, or mind-illumin'd face;.
Truth, goodness, honour, harmony, and love,
The richest bounty of indulgent heav'n.
Meantime a smiling offspring rises round,
And mingles both their graces. By degrees,
The human blossom blows; and ev'ry day,
Soft as it rolls along, shews some new charm,
The father's lustre, and the mother's bloom.
Then infant reason grows apace, and calls
For the kind hand of an affiduous care.
Delightful talk! to rear the tender thought,
To teach the young idea how to shoot,
To pour the fresh instruction o’er the mind,
To breathe th’enlivening spirit, and to fix
The gen’rous purpose in the glowing breast.
Oh, speak the joy! ye, whom the sudden tear
Surprizes often, while you look around,
And nothing strikes your eye but fights of bliss.
All various nature pressing on the heart:
An elegant sufficiency, content,
Retirement, rural quiet, friendthip, books,
Ease and alternate labour, useful life,
Progreslive virtue, and approving heav'n.
Thele are the matchless joys of virt'ous LOVE;
And thus their moments fly. The seasons thus,
As ceaseless round a jarring world they roll,
Still find them happy; and consenting SPRING
Sheds her own roly garland on their heads :
Till evening comes at last, serene and mild;
When after the long vernal day of life,
Enamour'd more, as more remembrance swells
With many a proof of recollected Love,
Together down they fink in social sleep;
Together freed, their gentle spirits fly
To scenes where love and bliss immortal reign.
O MEMORY! thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain,
To former joys recurring ever,
And turning all the past, to pain :
Thou, like the world, the opprett opprefling,
Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe;
And he who wants each other blefling,
In thee must ever find a foe.
THOMAS AND KITTY. on BATAVIA's fea-beat shore,
On a bleak rock and bare, The widow'd KITTY sat, and tore
Her fine,-her dark-brown hair.
A little fondling at her breaft,
She strove to foothe to peace,
As he her cold and bloodlefs nipple preft.
Alas! when shall my sorrows ceafe?
When shall the storm be o'er ?
And in my clay-cold bed
Be laid, this weary, aching head,
Where I shall grieve no more ?
Now Kitty, once of faireft nymphs most fair,
And THOMAS, gayeft of hịs gay compeers,
Had pledg'd their faith a mutual fate to share,
And hope had look'd for many happy years. His little all he hazarded in trade;
But, cruelly by fortune crossid,
That little all in trade he loft,
By a false friend betray'd.
Now, dunn’d with all the rigour of the law,
Tom, as the clouds began to form,
The horrors of a jail foresaw:
And oft would KITTY's tearful eye
Extort a tender figh, And make him with some shelter from the storm.. Poor shelter! with the vengeful blade, To aid the laughter death had made, He plow'd the wave with daring mind; Nor would his much-lov'd Kitty ftay behind, But to that foreign land would go, Where he was doom'd to face the madd’ning foe. Here, brought from GALLIA's wide domain,
War had his bloody eagle borne : Her THOMAS fell among the sain, And KITTY she was left to mourn.
O'er his pale bloody corse she hung,
Her heart with ev'ry forrow wrung:
And now she grasp'd his cold-cold hand,
And now the kiss’d his cheek so pale:
And oft the day she did bewail That e'er she left her native land :
Her mind foreboding many fears, She cross'd the wasteful ocean wild ;
And now of every stay bereft,
To the hard world's mercy left-
And then the hugg'd her INFANT CHILD,
And bursted into tears.
O THOMAS! 'twas a dreary day
Thou left thy native home,
In foreign parts to roam;
And now, on the cold clay,
Beat by the winds fo chill and drear,
Thou lay'st thy manly head,
Among the countless dead,
Unwept by any friendly tear,
But thofe thy KATE has thed.
Ah me! the bitter blaft!
Cease, cease, my little BABE, to cry,
The world is wide for thee and I:
Soon shall the storm be paft.
Thy little limbs I Mail infold,
And shield thee from the cold.
No wind, tho' e'er'fo chill and drear, Shall harm my little dear. Ah! thou too hafien'st to thy grave;
I see, I fee DEATH in thine eye: Thy MAMMY's fondness cannot fave, For ah! her breast is cold and dry,--
But all thall soon be o'er
And I shall grieve no more.
Now rage, ye winds! ’tis but on me
Pour on, ve rains !-Ye thunders reel
My BABBY fleeps too found to feel.