Far different these from every former scene, That only sheltered thefts of harmless love. [day, Good heaven! what sorrows gloomed that parting That called them from their native walks away; When the poor exiles, every pleasure past, Hung round the bowers, and fondly looked their last, And took a long farewell, and wished in vain For seats like these beyond the western main; And, shuddering still to face the distant deep, Returned and wept, and still returned to weep. The good old sire, the first prepared to go To new-found worlds, and wept for others' wo; But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, He only wished for worlds beyond the grave. His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for a father's arms. With louder plaints the mother spoke her woes, And blessed the cot where every pleasure rose; And kissed her thoughtless babes with many a tear, And clasped them close, in sorrow doubly dear; While her fond husband strove to lend relief In all the silent manliness of grief. O, luxury! thou cursed by heaven's decree, How ill exchanged are things like these for thee! How do thy potions with insidious joy, Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy! Kingdoms by thee, to sickly greatness grown, At every draught large and more large they grow, Till sapped their strength, and every part unsound, And half the business of destruction done; Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail Pass from the shore and darken all the strand. And thou, sweet poetry, thou loveliest maid, Whether where equinoctial fervours glow, Miscellaneous Poems. EDWIN AND ANGELINA. TURN, gentle hermit of the dale, 'For here forlorn and lost I tread, 'Forbear, my son,' the Hermit cries, 'Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still; And though my portion is but scant, 'Then turn to-night, and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows; My rushy couch and frugal fare, F |