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For Misery stole me at my birth,
And cast me helpless on the wild :
I perish ;
-O my Mother Earth!

Take home thy Child !

On thy dear lap these limbs reclined,
Shall gently moulder into thee;
Nor leave one wretched trace behind

Resembling me.

Hark!-a strange sound affrights mine ear; My pulse,-my brain runs wild,-I rave;

Ah! who art thou whose voice I hear ?

“ I am THE GRAVE!

« The GRAVE, that never spake before, Hath found at length a tongue to chide: O listen ! I will speak no more :

Be silent, Pride!

“ Art thou a WRETCH of hope forlorn,
The victim of consuming care ?
Is thy distracted conscience torn

By fell despair ?

« Do foul misdeeds of former times Wring with remorse thy guilty breast ? And ghosts of unforgiven crimes

Murder thy rest ?

“ Lash'd by the furies of the mind, From Wrath and Vengeance would'st thou flee? Ah! think not, hope not, Fool! to find

A friend in me.

“ By all the terrors of the tomb, Beyond the power of tongue to tell ! By the dread secrets of my womb !

By Death and Hell !

“ I charge thee LIVE!-repent and pray:
In dust thine infamy deplore ;
There yet is mercy ;-go thy way,

And sin no more.

66 Art thou a MOURNER ?-Hast thou known

The joy of innocent delights,
Endearing days for ever flown,

And tranquil nights ?

“O LIVE Land deeply cherish still The sweet remembrance of the past : Rely on Heaven's unchanging will

For peace at last.

66 Art thou a WANDERER ?-Hast thou seen O’erwhelming tempests drown thy bark ? A shipwreck'd sufferer hast thou been,

Misfortune's mark ?

Though long of winds and waves the sport,
Condemn'd in wretchedness to roam,
LIVE!-thou shalt reach a sheltering port,

A quiet home.

“ To FRIENDSHIP didst thou trust thy fame, And was thy Friend a deadly foe, Who stole into thy breast, to aim

A surer-blow ?

LIVEI-and repine not o'er his loss,
A loss unworthy to be told :
Thou hast mistaken sordid dross

For friendship’s gold.

“ Seek the true treasure, seldom found, Of power the fiercest griefs to calm, And sooth the bosom's deepest wound

With heavenly balm.

** Did WOMAN'S charms thy youth beguile, And did the Fair One faithless prove ? Hath she betray'd thee with her smile,

And sold thy love ?

“ LIVE! 'Twas a false bewildering fire:
Too often Love's insidious dart
Thrills the fond soul with wild desire,

But kills the heart.

66 Thou yet shalt know, how sweet, how dear, To gaze on listening Beauty's eye ! To ask, and pause in hope and fear

Till she reply.

66 A nobler flame shall warm thy breast,
A brighter maiden faithful prove;
Thy youth, thine age, shall yet be blest

In woman's love.

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