Leans ver its humble e gate, & thinks the while_ 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. Hark! the wild maniac fings to chide the gale That wafts fo flow her lover's distant fail; She, fad fpectatrefs, on the wint'ry fhore Watch'd the rude furge his shroudlefs corfe that bore, Knew the pale form, and, fhrieking in amaze, 281 Clafp'd her cold hands, and fix'd her maddening gaze : Poor widow'd wretch! 'twas there fhe wept in vain Till memory fled her agonizing brain ;— But Mercy gave, to charm the sense of woe, 285 Ideal peace, that Truth could ne'er beftow:- Oft when yon moon has climb'd the midnight sky, And the lone fea-bird wakes its wildeft cry, 290 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, whofe 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 whose dejected eye Th' unfeeling proud one looks-and paffes by; 300 Condemn'd on Penury's barren path to roam, Scorn'd by the world, and left without a home- Down by the hamlet's hawthorn-fcented way, Where, round the cot's romantic glade, are seen 305 Health in the breeze, and fhelter in the ftorm; 310 There fhould my hand no ftinted boon affign To wretched hearts with forrows fuch as mine That generous wish can foothe unpitied care, Hope! when I mourn, with fympathifing mind, 315 The wrongs of fate, the woes of human kind, Thy blissful omens bid my spirit see The boundless fields of rapture yet to be; |