Till heavy thoughts revolv'd too oft, His friends to flee the scene of grief Bath's balmy waters gently ftream'd, Nathlefs the lurking fickness gains Full thirty days and thirty nights To her what are the world's delights, To lull his anguish, calm his mind, Was all her care: For this fhe pin'd; At length her pious care prevail'd, Might he but live, whate'er elfe fail'd, Ah me! what tidings do I hear? Huh! hide the woeful chance, look gay, Or fmiling, fpite of forrow, say, Say fo next day, try ev'ry art- Prolong'd fufpence, the wifhing heart "Where is Maria dear," he cries, My charmer, where is fhe, "Whofe looks were wont to chear my eyes? "Why doth fhe fly from me? "Go, bring her; fay, poor Sutherland, "Bereav'd of her, muft die: "Make hafte-why do ye fpeechlefs stand? "What means that fudden figh? "Alas! alas! Maria's gone; "I will not here abide; "We cannot part; we fill are one"He faid, then groan'd, and died. F THE FIELD OF BATTLE. AINTLY bray'd the battle's roar Panting terror fled before, Wounds and death were left behind. The War-fiend curs'd the funken day, The field, fo late the hero's pride, Was now with various carnage fpread; And floated with a crimson tide, That drench'd' the dying and the dead. O'er the fad fcene of drearieft view, Maria, Sorrow's early child; By duty led, for every vein Was warm'd by Hymen's purest flame; With Edgar o'er the wintry main She, lovely, faithful, wanderer, came. For well fhe thought, a friend fo dear Tho' look'd for long-in chill affright, She heard, and clafp'd him to her breast, Yet fcarce could urge th' inglorious stay; His manly heart the charm confeft - Then broke the charm,-and rush'd away. Too foon in few-but deadly words, She preft to hear- fhe caught the tale- O'er the fad fcene in dire amaze She went-with courage not her ownOn many a corpse she caft her gaze— And turn'd her ear to many a groan. Drear anguifh urged her to prefs Full many a hand, as wild fhe mourn'd;→ -Qf comfort glad, the drear carcfs The damp, chill, dying hand return'd. Her ghaftly hope was well nigh fled- She knew-fhe funk-the night-bird fcream'd, |