Quitting the cot's warta walls in filth to lie,
Where the fwine grunting yields up half his fty;
The damp night air her fhiv'ring limbs affails;
In dreams fhe moans, and fancied wrongs bewails.
When morning wakes, none earlier rous'd than she,
When pendent drops fall glitt'ring from the tree;
But nought her raylefs melancholy cheers,
Or fooths her breaft, or flops her fireaming tears.
Her matted locks unornamented flow;
Clafping her knees, and waving to and fro ;-
Her head bow'd down, her faded cheek to hide ;—-
A piteous mourner by the pathway fide.
Some tufted molchill through the livelong day
She calls her throne; there weeps her life away:
And oft the gaily paffing firanger fiays
His well-tim'd fep, and takes a filent gaze,
Till fympathetic drops unbidden start,
And pangs quick fpringing mufter round his heart;
And foft he treads with other gazers round,
And fain would catch her forrow's plaintive found:
One word alone is all that strikes the ear,
One fhort, pathetic, fimple word,-"Oh dear!"
A thousand times repeated to the wind,
That wafts the figh, but leaves the pang behind!
For ever of the proffer'd parley fhy,
She hears th' unwelcome foot advancing nigh;
Nor quite unconfcious of her wretched plight,
Gives one fad look, and hurries out of fight-
Fair promis'd funbeams of terreftrial blifs,
Health's gallant hopes,-and are ye funk to this?
For in Life's road though thorns abundant grow,
There ftill are joys poor Poll can never know;
Joys which the gay companions of her prime
Sip, as they drift along the stream of time;
At eve to hear befide their tranquil home
The lifted lateh, that fpeaks the lover come:
That love matur'd, next playful on the knee
To prefs the velvet lip of infancy;
To tay the tottering ftep, the features trace ;-
Incitimable fweets of focial peace!