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oasioned by the unfortunate issue of a friend&039;s aour

as! how oft does goodness would itself,

and sweet affection prove the sprg of woe!

ho

o thou pale orb that silent shes

while care-untroubled ortals sleep!

thou seest a wretch who ly pes

and wanders here to wail and weep!

with woe i nightly vigils keep,

beneath thy wan, unwarg bea;

and ourn, ntation deep,

how life and love are all a drea!

i joyless view thy rays adorn

the fatly-arked, distant hill;

i joyless view thy treblg horn,

reflected the gurglg rill:

y fondly-ftterg heart, be still!

thou by pow&039;r, rebrance, cease!

ah! t the agonizg thrill

for ever bar returng peace!

no idly-feign&039;d, poetic pas,

y sad, love-lorn ntgs ci:

no shepherd&039;s pipe-arcadian stras;

no fabled tortures, at and ta

the plighted faith, the utual f,

the oft-attested pow&039;rs above,

the prois&039;d father&039;s tender na;

these were the pleds of y love!

encircled her cspg ars,

how have the raptur&039;d onts flown!

how have i wish&039;d for fortune&039;s chars,

for her dear sake, and her&039;s alone!

and, t i thk it! is she gone,

y secret heart&039;s exultg boast?

and does she heedless hear y groan?

and is she ever, ever lost?

oh! can she bear base a heart,

lost to honour, lost to truth,

as fro the fondest lover part,

the plighted hband of her youth?

as! life&039;s path ay be unsooth!

her way ay lie thro&039; rough distress!

then, who her pangs and pas will othe

her rrows share, and ake the less?

ye d hours that o&039;er pass&039;d,

enraptur&039;d ore, the ore enjoy&039;d,

your dear rebrance y breast

y fondly-treasur&039;d thoughts eploy&039;d:

that breast, how dreary now,