Long had I watch'd thy dark foreboding brow, What time thy bofom fcorn'd its dearest vow! Still thy cold look was fcornful and estrang'd, Till from thy pity, love, and fhelter thrown, I wander'd, hopeless, friendless, and alone.! 40 "Oh! righteous Heav'n! 'twas then my tortur'd foul First gave to wrath unlimited controul ! Adieu the filent look! the ftreaming eye! The murmur'd plaint ! the deep heart-heaving figh! Long flumb'ring Vengeance wakes to better deeds; He fhrieks, he falls, the perjur'd Lover bleeds! Now the laft laugh of agony is o'er, And pale in blood he fleeps, to wake no more! I 45 50 ""Tis done! the flame of hate no longer burns; Nature relents; but, ah! too late returns! Why does my foul this gush of fondness feel? Trembling and faint, I drop the guilty steel! Cold on my heart the hand of terror lies, 55 "Oh! 'twas a deed of Murder's deepest grain ! Could B- -k's foul fo true to wrath remain ? A friend long true, a once fond lover fell!Where Love was foster'd, could not Pity dwell? 60 "Unhappy youth! while yon pale crefcent glows, To watch on filent Nature's deep repose, Thy fleepless spirit, breathing from the tomb, Foretells my fate, and fummons me to come! Once more I fee thy sheeted spectre ftand, Roll the dim eye, and wave the paly hand! "Soon may this fluttering fpark of vital flame Forfake its languid melancholy frame! Soon may thefe eyes their trembling luftre close, Soon may this woe-worn spirit feek the bourne Where, lull'd to flumber, Grief forgets to mourn!" sormuful mood On the wind-shaken weeds that enilesom the bower Where the home of my forefathers stood.. To his hills that encircle the sea.. ruinous Walk, Yet wandring, I found, on my One rove of the wilderness left on its stalk, All wild in the silence of Nature it drew... From each wandering sunbeam a 2 lonely Sembrace For the nightweed & thom overshadowd the place When the flow'r of my fortyfathers grew. Sweet bud of the Wilicons, comblem of all. That remains in my desolate heart_ The fabric of bliss to its antre may falt – But patience shall never depart __ nes fonchantime aft vernal Though the scenes Fr. bright In the days of delusion by fancy combin d |