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On that drear spot, within whose cavern'd womb 'Emilia sleeps, and by the turf that veils * Her honour'd clay, alone and kneeling there • I found my Theodora ! thrill'd with awe, • With sacred terror, which the time, the place, • Pourd on us, sadly-solemn, I too bent . My trembling knee, and lock in her's my hand • Across her parent's grave." By this dread scene ! “ By night's pale regent! by yon glorious train “ Of ever-moving fires that round her burn !
By Death's dark empire ! by the Peeted duft “ That once was man, now mould'ring here below! “ But chief by her’s, at whose nocturnal tomb “ Rev'rent we kneel! and by her nobler part, “ Th’unbody'd spirit hov'ring near, perhaps “ As witness to our vows! nor time, nor chance, “ Nor aught but Death's inevitable hand, “ Shall e'er divide our loves !”—I led her thence, • To where, safe ftation'd in a secret bay, • Rough of descent, and brown with pendent pines • That murmur'd to the gale, our bark was moor’d. • We sail'd : But, O my father! can I speak
Ι • What yet remains ! Yon ocean, black with storm, · It's useless fails rent from the groaning pine ! • The speechless crew aghaft! and that loft fair! • Still, ftill I see her ! feel her heart
thick! • And hear her voice, in ardent vows to Heav'n • For me alone preferr’d! as on my arm
Expiring, sinking with her fears, she hung! • I kiss'd her pale cold cheek; with tears adjur’d, • And won at last with sums of proffer'd gold, • The boldest mariners this precious charge • Instant to save, and in the skiff secur’d, • Their oars across the foamy flood to ply « With unremitting arm. I then prepar'd < To follow her.-That moment from the deck
• A sea swellid o’er, and plung'd me in the gulph!
Nor me alone; it's broad and billowing sweep * Must have involv'd her too. Mysterious Heav'n!
My fatal love on her devoted head
And years of death to come!'-Nor farther voice
The lamp of day, tho' from mid-noon declin'd,
• Not we alone ; alas ! in ev'ry clime
Heirs of transmitted labour and disease, • Of pain and grief, from fire to son deriv'd, • All have their mournful portion ; all must bear • Th’impos'd condition of their mortal state, • Vicissitude of suff'ring. Caft thine eye • Where yonder vale, Amyntor, floping spreads • Full to the noon-tide beam it's primrose lap, • From hence due east.' Amyntor look'd, and saw, Not without wonder at a fight so strange, Where thrice three females, earneit each, and arm'd With rural instruments, the foil prepar'd For future harvest. These the trenchant spade, To turn the mould, and break th' adhesive clods, Employ'd affiduous; those, with equal pace, And arm alternate, strew'd it's fresh lap white With fruitful Ceres; while, in train behind, Three more th' incumbent harrow heavy on O’er-labour'd drew, and clos’d the toilfome task.
« Behold !Aurelius thus his speech renew'd, • From that soft fex, too delicately fram'd • For toils like these, the task of rougher man, • What yet neceffity demands fevere. · Twelve funs have purpled these encircling hills «With orient beams, as many nights along • Their dewy fummits drawn th’ alternate veil • Of darkness, since, in unpropitious hour,
The husbands of those widow'd mates, who now • For both must labour, launch’d, in quest of food, • Their island-skiff advent’rous on the deep :
Them, while the sweeping net fecure they plung'd • The finny race to snare, whose foodful foals • Each creek and bay innumerable croud,
As annual on from shore to shore they move • In wat’ry caravan; them, thus intent, • Dark from the south a gust of furious wing, Upspringing, drove to fea, and left in tears
« This little world of brothers and of friends!
Inflaming the brown air with sudden blaze
By sad conjecture damp'd, and anxious thought,
* The Author who relates this story adds, that the produce of grain that season was the most plentiful they had seen for many years before. Vide Martin's Description of the Weitern Illes of Scotland, p. 286.
Amyntor, who the tale distressful heard