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Or plung'd in grief profound.

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Oh! all ye Powers!"
Amyntor, ftartling, cry'd, and fhot his foul
In rapid glance before him on her face:


• Illufion! 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 fpirits who this ocean waste and wild


• Still hover round, or walk these ifles unfeen,

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• Prefenting oft in pictur'd vifion strange
• The dead or abfent, have yon shape adorn'd
So like my love, of unfubftantial air,
Embody'd, featur'd it with all her charms!
And, lo! behold, it's eyes are fix'd on mine


• With gaze tranfported!-Ha! fhe faints! the falls !'

He ran, he flew! his clafping arms receiv'd

Her finking weight: O earth, and air, and fea!


'Tis fhe! 'tis Theodora! Pow'r Divine,

• Whose goodness knows no bound, thy hand is here, Omnipotent in mercy!' As he spoke,

Adown his cheek, thro' fhiv'ring joy and doubt,

The tear faft-falling ftream'd. My love! my life!



Soul of my wishes! fav'd beyond all faith!
Return'd to life and me !-O fly, my friends

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Fly, and from yon tranflucent fountain bring
The living ftream!-Thou dearer to my foul

⚫ Than all the fumlefs wealth this sea entombs,

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That potent name, her spirit from the verge
Of death recall'd, fhe, trembling, rais'd her eyes;
Trembling, his neck with eager grafp entwin'd,
And murmur'd out his name, then funk again;
Then fwoon'd upon his bofom, thro' excess
Of blifs unhop'd, too mighty for her frame.
The rofe-bud thus, that to the beams ferene




Of morning glad unfolds her tender charms,
Shrinks and expires beneath the noon-day blaze.
Moments of dread fufpenfe-but foon to cease!



while on her face these men unknown
The stream, with cool afperfion, bufy caft,
His eyes beheld, with wonder and amaze,
Beheld in them, his friends! th' advent'rous few,
Who bore her to the skiff! whofe daring skill
Had fav'd her from the deep! As o'er her cheek
Rekindling life, like morn, it's light diffus'd
In dawning purple, from their lips he learn'd
How to yon ifle, yon round of mofs-clad hills,
Borera nam'd, before the tempeft borne,




These iflanders, thrice three, then prifon'd there,
(So Heav'n ordain'd) with utmost peril run,
With toil invincible, from shelve and rock
Their boat preferv'd, and to this happy coaft



prow directed fafe. He heard no more; The reft already known, his ev'ry fenfe,

His full-collected foul, on her alone

Was fix'd, was hung enraptur'd, while these sounds,
This voice, as of an angel, pierc'd his ear.


Amyntor! O my life's recover'd hope!


My foul's defpair and rapture!-Can this be!
Am I on earth; and do these arms indeed
Thy real form infold?-Thou dreadful deep!
Ye fhores unknown! ye wild-impending hills!


• Dare I yet truft my fenfe!-O yes, 'tis he!

• 'Tis he himself! My eyes, my bounding heart,

• Confefs their living lord! What shall I say!

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How vent the boundlefs tranfport that expands

My lab'ring thought! th' unutterable bliss,

Joy, wonder, gratitude, that pain to death

The breaft they charm!-Amyntor! O fupport

• This swimming brain; I would not now be torn

Again from life and thee, nor cause thy heart



• A fecond

A fecond pang!' At this dilated high
The fwell of joy, moft fatal where it's force
Is felt moft exquifite, a timely vent
Now found, and broke in tender dews away
Of heart-relieving tears. As o'er it's charge,
With fhelt'ring wing, folicitoufly good,
The guardian Genius hovers; fo the youth,
On her lov'd face affiduous and alarm'd,
In filent fondness dwelt, while all his foul
With trembling tenderness of hope and fear
Pleafingly pain'd, was all employ'd for her;
The rous'd emotions warring in her breast,
Attemp'ring, to compose, and gradual fit
For farther joy her soft impreffive frame.



O happy! tho' as yet thou know'ft not half
The blifs that waits thee! But, thou gentle mind,
Whofe figh is pity, and whose smile is love,
For all who joy or forrow, arm thy breaft
With that beft temp'rance, which from fond excefs,


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 isle,


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Thy godlike father lives! and, lo !--but curb,

Reprefs the tranfport that o'erheaves thy heart;
'Tis he-look yonder-he, whofe rev'rend steps
The mountain's fide defcend!' Abrupt from his
Her hand fhe drew; and, as on wings upborne,
Shot o'er the space between. He saw, he knew,
Aftonifi'd knew, before him, on her knee,
His Theodora! To his arms he rais'd



The loft, lov'd fair, and in his boscm press'd.

My father! O my child!' at once they cry'd;

Nor more: the rest extatick filence spoke ;

And Nature from her inmoft feat of fenfe

Beyond all utt'rance mov'd. On this blefs'd fcene,
Where emulous in either bofom strove



Adoring gratitude, earth, ocean, air,
Around with soft'ning aspect seem'd to smile,

And Heav'n, approving, look'd delighted down.
Nor theirs alone this blissful hour; the joy,
With inftant flow, from fhore to shore along
Diffufive ran, and all th' exulting isle
About the new-arriv'd was pour'd abroad,
To hope long loft! by miracle regain'd!

In each plain bofom Love and Nature wept;
While each a fire, a husband, or a friend,
Embracing, held and kifs'd.

Now, while the fong,



The choral hymn, in wildly-warbled notes,

What Nature dictates when the full heart prompts,


Best harmony, their grateful fouls effus'd

Aloud to Heav'n, Montano, rev'rend feer!

(Whofe eye prophetick, far thro' Time's abyss,

Could fhoot it's beam, and there the births of Fate,

Yet immature, and in their caufes hid,


Illumin'd fee) a space abstracted stood;

His frame with shiv'ry horror stirr'd, his eyes

And glowing radiant to his mental fight.

From outward vifion held, and all the man
Entranc'd in wonder at th' unfolding scene,

On fluid air, as in a mirror seen, 、

They fly!' he cry'd; they melt in air away,


• The clouds that long fair Albion's heav'n o'ercast!
With tempeft delug'd, or with flame devour'd,
• Her drooping plains; while dawning rofy round


• A purer morning lights up all her skies!

He comes! behold, the Great Deliv'rer comes !

• Immortal William! borne triumphant on,

• From yonder orient, o'er propitious feas,

White with the fails of his unnumber'd fleet, A floating foreft, ftretch'd from shore to shore! • See! with spread wing Britannia's Genius flies K k


• Before

• Before his prow, commands the speeding gales • To waft him on, and o'er the hero's head, Inwreath'd with olive, bears the laurel crown ; Blefs'd emblem, peace with liberty restor❜d!


And, hark! from either ftrand, which nations hide,

• To welcome in true Freedom's day renew'd,

• What thunders of acclaim!-Aurelius! man

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By Heav'n belov'd, thou, too, that facred fun


Shalt live to hail; fhalt warm thee in his fhine!

I fee thee on the flow'ry lap diffus'd

Of thy lov'd vale, amid a smiling race

• From this blefs'd pair to spring; whom equal faith, And equal fondness, in soft league fhall hold


• From youth to rev'rend age, the calmer hours Of thy laft day to fweeten and adorn,

Thro' life thy comfort, and in death thy crown !'

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That o'er yon caverns ftretch your pendent fhade,

Where facred Silence lulls the rural vale,

And Love in whispers tells his tender tale;

Ye lonely rocks; ye ftreams that ever flow,

Still as my tears, and conftant as my woe;

To you, behold, the wretched Laura flies,
And haunts thofe feats from whence her forrows rife ;


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