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Or plung'd in grief profound. Oh ! all ye Powers !!
• ' Amyntor, startling, cry'd, and fhot his soul In rapid glance before him on her face : • Illusion ! no, it cannot be. My blood • Runs chill; my feet are rooted here ! and, fee! • To mock my hopes, it wears her gracious form! • The spirits who this ocean waste and wild • Still hover round, or walk these isles unseen, • Presenting oft in pictur'd vision strange • The dead or absent, have yon shape adorn'd • So like my love, of unsubstantial air,
Embody'd, featur'd it with all her charms! • And, lo! behold, it's eyes are fix'd on mine • With gaze transported !-Ha! fhe faints! the falls !" He ran, he flew ! his clasping arms receiv'd Her finking weight : ' earth, and air, and fea! < 'Tis she ! 'tis Theodora ! Pow'r Divine, • Whose goodness kuows no bound, thy hand is here, • Omnipotent in mercy! As he spoke, Adown his cheek, thro' fhiv'ring joy and doubt, The tear fakt-falling stream'd. My love! my life! • Soul of iny wishes ! fav'd beyond all faith! • Return’d to life and me!-O fy, my friends ;
Fly, and froin yon translucent fountain bring • The living strearn !--Thou dearer to my soul • Than all the sumless wealth this sea entombs, • My Theodora! yet awake ; 'tis I, • 'Tis poor Amyntor calls thee!' That potent name, her fpirit from the verge Of death recall’d, she, trembling, rais'd her eyes ; Trembling, his neck with eager grasp entwin'd, And murmur'd out his name, then sunk again ; Then swoon'd upon his bocom, thro' excess Of bliss unhop'd, too mighty for her frame. The rose-bud thus, that to the bcams ferene
At that name,
Of morning glad unfolds her tender charms,
425 Shrinks and expires beneath the noon-day blaze.
Moments of dread suspense—but soon to cease!
directed safe. He heard no more ;
• Amyntor! O my life's recover'd hope !
Thy real form infold !--Thou dreadful deep!
455 . My lab'ring thought! th' unutterable bliss,
Joy, wonder, gratitude, that pain to death
The breast they charm!-Amyntor! O support
460 • A second
• A second pang! At this dilated high
465 With fhelt'ring wing, solicitously good, The guardian Genius hovers; fo the youth, On her lov'd face assiduous and alarm'd, In silent fondness dwelt, while all his soul With trembling tenderness of hope and fear
470 Pleasingly pain’d, was all employ'd for her ; The rous'd emotions warring in her breast, Attemp'ring, to compofe, and gradual fit For farther joy her soft impressive frame. . O happy,! tho'as yet thou know'st not half
475 « The bliss that waits thee! But, thou gentle mind, • Whose sigh is pity, and whose smile is love, . For all who joy or sorrow, arm thy breast • With that best temp’rance, which from fond excess, • When rapture lifts to dang'rous height it's pow’rs, • Reflective guards.' Know then-and let calm thought
On wonder wait---safe refug'd in this ifle,
Thy godlike father lives! and, lo!--but curb, • Repress the transport that o’erheaves thy heart; « 'Tis he--look yonder-he, whose rev'rend steps 485 - The mountain's side descend!' Abrupt from his Her hand she drew; and, as on wings upborne, Shot o'er the space between. He faw, he knew, Alonifli'd knew, before hiin, on her knce, His Theodora! To his arms he rais'd
490 The lot, lov'd fair, and in his bosom press'd.
My father!- my child!' at once they cry'd;
495 Where emulous in either bosomn strove
Adoring gratitude, earth, ocean, air,
Nor theirs alone this blissful hour; the joy,
• They Ay !' he cry'd; they melt in air away,
From yonder orient, o'er propitious seas,
• Before his prow, commands the speeding gales
-Aurelius ! man
Y , ,
E groves, with venerable moss array'd,
That o'er yon caverns stretch your pendent shade,