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The fofteft blush that nature fpreads,
Such orient colour fmiles thro' heav'n
When May's fweet mornings break.
Nor let the pride of great ones fcorn
That fun which bids their diamond blaze,
To deck our lily deigns.
Long had fhe fir'd each youth with love,
Each maiden with defpair;
And tho' by all a wonder own'd,
Yet knew not fhe was fair.
"Till EDWIN came, the pride of fwains,
A foul that knew no art,
And from whofe eyes ferenely mild,
Shone forth the feeling heart.
A mutual flame was quickly caught,
Was quickly too reveal'd;
Nor neither bofom lodg'd a wish
What happy hours of heart-felt blifs
But blifs too mighty long to laft,
His fifter, who like envy form'd,
To work them harm, with wicked skill
The father too, a fordid man,
Who love nor pity knew,
Was all unfeeling as the rock
From whence his riches grew.
Long had he seen their mutual flame,
In EDWIN's gentle heart a war
Deny'd her fight, he oft behind
To fnatch a glance, to mark the spot
Oft too in Stanemore's wintry waste,
His cheeks, where love with beauty glow'd,
So fades the fresh rose in its prime,
Before the northern blaft.
Hung o'er his dying bed,
And weary'd Heav'n with fruitless pray'rs,
And fruitless forrows fhed.
'Tis paft, he cry'd, but if your fouls
Sweet mercy yet can move,
Let thefe dim eyes once more behold
She came; his cold hand foftly touch'd,
But oh his fifter's jealous care,
(A cruel fifter fhe!) Forbad what EMMA came to fay,
My EDWIN, live for me.
Now homeward as the hopeless went,
The church-yard path along,
The blast blew cold, the dark owl fcream'd
Her lover's fun'ral fong.
Amid the falling gloom of night,
In ev'ry bush, his hovering shade,
Alone, appall'd, thus had fhe pass'd
The vifionary vale,
When lo! the death-bell fmote her ear,
Sad founding in the gale.
Juft then the reach'd, with trembling steps,
He's gone, fhe cried, and I muft fee
That angel face no more!
I feel, I feel this breaking heart
Beat high against my fide:
From her white arm down funk her head,
She shiver'd, figh'd, and died.
AND A MELI A.'
IS liftening fear, and dumb amazement all: When to the startled eye the fudden glance Appears far fouth, eruptive thro' the cloud;
And following flower, in explofion vast,
The Thunder raises his tremendous voice.
Enlarging, deep'ning, mingling; peal on peal
Guilt hears appall'd, with deeply troubled thought:
And yet not always on the guilty head
Defcends the fated flash. Young CELADON
They lov'd but fuch their guileless paffion was,