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All hail, ye tender feelings dear;
Long since, this world's thorny ways
Fate still has blest me with a friend,
And oft a more endearing band,
A tie more tender still.
It lightens, it brightens
To meet with, and greet with
O, how that name inspires my style!
The ready measure rins as fine,
Were glowrin owre, my pen.
And then he'll hilch, and stilt, and jimp,
An' rin an unco fit:
But lest then, the beast then,
Should rue this hasty ride,
I'll light now, and dight now
OCCASIONED BY THE UNFORTUNATE ISSUE OF A FRIEND'S AMOUR.
Alas! how oft does Goodness wound itself,
O THOU pale orb, that silent shines,
Beneath thy wan unwarming beam;
I joyless view thý rays adorn
Thou busy pow'r, Remembrance, cease!
Ah! must the agonizing thrill
For ever bar returning peace!
No idly feign'd poetic pains,
My sad, love-lorn lamentings claim;
No fabled tortures, quaint and tame:
Encircled in her clasping arms,
How have the raptur'd moments flown! How have I wish'd for fortune's charms, For her dear sake, and hers alone! And must I think it! is she gone,
My secret heart's exulting boast?
Oh! can she bear so base a heart,
The plighted husband of her youth?
Ye winged hours that o'er us past,
My fondly-treasur'd thoughts employ'd.
The morn that warns th' approaching day,
That I must suffer, lingering, slow.
And when my nightly couch I try,
Sore-harass'd out with care and grief, My toil-beat nerves, and tear-worn eye, Keep watchings with the nightly thief: Or if I slumber, fancy, chief,
Reigns haggard-wild, in sore affright: Ev'n day, all-bitter, brings relief,
From such a horror-breathing night.
O! thou bright queen, who o'er th' expanse Now highest reign'st, with boundless sway! Oft has thy silent-marking glance
Observ'd us, fondly-wand'ring, stray! The time, unheeded, sped away,
While love's luxurious pulse beat high, Beneath thy silver-gleaming ray,
To mark the mutual-kindling eye.
Oh! scenes in strong remembrance set!
Again I feel, again I burn!
END OF THE FIRST PART.