Pil'd on the steep, her blazing faggots burn To hail the bark that never can return; And ftill fhe waits, but fcarce forbears to weep And, mark the wretch, whose wand'rings never knew The world's regard, that foothes, though half untrue, 296 Whofe erring heart the lash of forrow bore, But found not pity when it err'd no more. Yon friendlefs man, at whofe dejected eye Th' unfeeling proud one looks—and paffes by ; 300 Leans oer its humble. Oh that for me some home like this would smile, Health in the breeze, & shelter in the storm. Published as the Act directs by Longman & Rees, London, 1 July 1800. Where, round the cot's romantic glade, are seen 305 Health in the breeze, and fhelter in the ftorm; 3.10 To wretched hearts with forrows fuch as mine That generous wifh can foothe unpitied care, And Hope half mingles with the poor man's pray'r.. Hope! when I mourn, with fympathifing mind, 315 The wrongs of fate, the woes of human kind, Thy blifsful omens bid my spirit fee The boundless fields of rapture yet to be; I watch the wheels of Nature's mazy plan, And learn the future by the past of man. Come, bright Improvement! on the car of Time, On Erie's banks, where tygers fteal along, Shall start to view the glittering haunts of men ; 320 325 330 |