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When o'er each babe you look a last adieu,
And gaze on Innocence that smiles asleep, Shall no fond feeling beat, to Nature true,
Charm thee to pensive thought....and bid thee weep
When the young suppliants clasp their Parent dear,
Heave the deep sob, and pour the artless prayer..... Aye! thou shalt melt;....and many a heart-shed tear
Gush o'er the harden'd features of despair!
Nature shall throb in ev'ry tender string.....
Thy trembling heart the ruffian's task deny..... Thy horror-smitten hands afar shall fling
The blade, undrench'd in blood's eternal dye!
Hallow'd Earth! with indignation
Mark, oh, mark the murd'rous deed!
of wide Creation Watch the damned parricide!
Yet, ere Colchia's rugged daughter
Perpetrate the dire design,
Children of thy golden line!
Shall the hand with murder gory
Cause immortal blood to flow? Sun of Heaven!...array'd in glory
Rise....forbid...avert the blow!...........
In the vales of placid gladness
Let no rueful maniac range; Chase afar the fiend of madness,
Wrest the dagger from Revenge!
Say, hast thou, with kind protection,
Reard thy smiling race in vain; Fost'ring Nature's fond affection,
Tender cares, and pleasing pain?
Hast thou, on the troubled ocean,
Brav'd the tempest loud and strong, Where the waves, in wild commotion,
Roar Cyanean rocks among?
Didst thou roam the paths of danger,
Hymenean joys to prove? Spare, O sanguinary stranger,
Pledges of thy sacred love!
Shall not Heaven, with indignation,
Watch thee o'er the barb'rous deed?
Shalt thou cleanse, with expiation,
Monstrous, murd'rous, parricide?
LOVE AND MADNESS;
WRITTEN IN 1795.
Hark! from the battlements of yonder tower*
“ Yet, can I cease, while glows this trembling frame In sighs to speak thy melancholy name! I hear thy spirit wail in every storm! In midnight shades I view thy passing form!
* Warwick Castle.
Pale as in that sad hour, when doom'd to feel,
“ Demons of Vengeance! ye at whose command I grasp'd the sword with more than woman's hand, Say ye, did Pity's trembling voice controul,
Or horror damp the purpose of my soul? · No! my wild heart sat smiling o'er the plan, 'Till Hate fulfill'd what baffled Love began!
“ Yes; let the clay-cold breast, that never knew One tender pang to generous Nature true, Half-mingling pity with the gall of scorn, Condemn this heart that bled in love forlorn!
“Andye,proud fair, whose souls no gladness warms, Save Rapture's homage to your conscious charms! Delighted idols of a gaudy train! Ill can your blunter feelings guess the pain, When the fond faithful heart, inspir’d to prove Friendship refin'd, the calm delights of love, Feels all its tender strings with anguish torn, And bleeds at perjur'd Pride's inhuman scorn!
“Say, then, did pitying Heav'n condemn the deed, When Vengeance bade thee, faithless lover! bleed? Long had I watch'd thy dark foreboding brow, What time thy bosom scorn'd its dearest vow!