"Yes; let the clay-cold breast, that never knew One tender pang to generous Nature true, Half-mingling pity with the gall of fcorn, Condemn this heart that bled in love forlorn! 25 "And ye, proud fair, whofe fouls no gladnefs warms, Save Rapture's homage to your conscious charms! Ill can your blunter feelings guess the pain, When the fond faithful heart, inspir'd to prove Feels all its tender strings with anguish torn, 30 And bleeds at perjur'd Pride's inhuman fcorn! "Say, then, did pitying Heav'n condemn the deed, When Vengeance bade thee, faithlefs lover! bleed? 35 Long had I watch'd thy dark forbodeing brow, Sad, though I wept the friend, the lover chang'd, 40 Still thy cold look was fcornful and eftrang'd, Till from thy pity, love, and shelter thrown, I wander'd, hopeless, friendlefs, and alone! "Oh! righteous Heav'n! 'twas then my tortur'd foul First gave to wrath unlimited controul ! 45 Adieu the filent look! the ftreaming eye! The murmur'd plaint! the deep heart-heaving sigh! Long flumb'ring vengeance wakes to better deeds; Now the last laugh of agony is o'er, And pale in blood he fleeps, to wake no more! 50 "Tis done! the flame of hate no longer burns; Nature relents; but, ah! too late returns! Why does my foul this gufh of fondness feel? 55 Trembling and faint, I drop the guilty steel! And shades of horror close my languid eyes!— "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? бо "Unhappy youth! while yon pale crefcent glows To watch on filent Nature's deep repofe, Thy fleepless spirit, breathing from the tomb, 65 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 these eyes their trembling luftre clofe, 7° |