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Awhile sweet hope her bosom cheers,

Though absent yet their hearts are join'd, Henry may bless her future years;

This still'd the anguish of her mind.


But ah! what terrors wait the Fair,

Whose love on trackless seas is tost! She hears, half frantic with despair,

The vessel's wreck’d-her Henry's lost.


Impatient griefs her bosom tear,

She raves—she weeps--nor comfort feels, Victim of woe and wild despair, She thus her sorrowing heart reveals.

“Ah, wretched maid! unlov'd, unknown!

- Bereft of ev'ry earthly joy!
Ne'er shalt thou cease thy loss to mourn,
“ And weep thy Henry's destiny.

“ The treasur'd sorrow, now so dear,

“ Still cherish'd in thy breast shall live; " Its keenest pangs thy heart revere,

6. "Twere sinful couldst thou cease to grieve.”


She stops.-A voice in accents mild,

Calm as the Zephyr-far more sweet, Salutes her, “ Cease, sad sorrow's child,

" Nor rash that sentiment repeat !


Heav'n, for our good, afflictions dire “ In mercy as in wisdom sends

; 66 Thither then bid thy thoughts aspire,

“ And make the hosts of Heav'n thy friends."


She turn’d to view what it might be,

That thus the friendly precept gave; One learn'd in heav'nly truths was he,

Who came to counsel and to save.


And now the blessed Book he brought,

And many a holy text to prove,
How Heav'n is ne'er unmov'd when sought,

And oft chastises most in love.


Affliction's path himself had trod,

Tost on the world's delusive shore, Till his heart fasten’d on his God,

And knew despondence now no more.

14 She heard. The troublous errors fled, Chas'd by Truth's brightening beams they

flew ! And soon she bless'd the power which led The sage that did her steps pursue.

15 His words his looks-his precepts mild,

His patient hope-his faith confest, The mourner of her griefs beguil'd,

And calm'd the tempests in her breast.




1 The night was dark, and awful was the scene, The wind blew high and loud the billows

roar'd, The snow came drifting, and the frost how keen, The heath, alas! no shelter could afford.

2 'Twas then young Edgar bent his trackless way

Ella to meet, by whom he was belov'd,

Whose charms held o'er his heart despotic sway, They'd own'd their passions, and their sires approv'd.

3 The proudest gifts, great Nature e'er bestow'd

On mortals, sure this virtuous pair possest, With wealth too, were they bounteously en

dow'd, And nought they lack'd to make each other blest.

4 But to the will of all-disposing Heaven

Ere 'tis accomplish'd human eyes are blind; Fur down a precipice where snow was driven He fell, and to his God his soul resign'd.

5 Some days elaps'd, when Ella, in despair, Found the drear spot that Edgar's corse

contain'd, In wild distraction then she tore her hair, And in most impious terms high Heaven arraign'd.

6 Reason at length recall'd this lovelorn maid,

Who piously for pardon bent her knee; She woo'd her dear religion's balmy aid

And never more repin'd at God's decree.




The breeze was fresh, the ship in stays,
Each breaker hush'd, the shore a haze,
When Jack, no more on duty callid,
His true-love's tokens overhaul'd:
The broken gold, the braided hair,
The tender motto, writ so fair,
Upon his 'bacco-box he views,
Nancy the poet, love the muse:

“ If you loves I as I loves you,
No pair so bappy as we two."

The storm--that like a shapeless wreck,
Had strew'd with rigging all the deck,
That tars for sharks had given a feast,
And left the ship a hulk-had ceas'd :
When Jack, as with his messmates dear
He shar'd the grog, their hearts to cheer,
Took from his 'bacco-box a quid,
And spelt, for comfort, on the lid,

“ If you loves I as I loves you,
No pair so happy as we two."

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