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- Where once I went to church, I'll now go twice-
The Tempter saw his time ; the work he ply'd;
Behold Sir Balaam now a man of spirit,
A Nymph of Quality admires our Knight;
Nor let the pride of great ones scorn,
This charmer of the plains ;
To deck our lily deigns.
Long had the fir'd each youth with love,
Each maiden with despair ; And tho' by all a wonder own'd,
Yet knew not she was fair,
Till EDWIN came, the pride of swains,
A foul that knew no art,
Shone forth the feeling heart.
A mutual flame was quickly caught,
Was quickly too reveal'd; For neither bosom lodg'd a wish
Which virtue keeps. concealdo
What happy hours of heart-felt bliss
Did love on both bestow !
Where fortune proves a foe.
His fifter, who like envy form’d,
Like her in mischief joy'd,
Each darker art employ'd.
The father too, a sordid man,
Who love nor pity knew, Was all unfeeling as the rock
From whence his riches grew.
Long had he seen their mutual flame,
And seen it long unmov'd;
He sternly disapprov'd.
In Edwin's gentle heart a war
Of differing passions ftrove;
Yet could not cease to love.
Deny'd her fight, he oft behind
To snatch a glance, to mark the spot
Where EMMA walk'd and wept.
Oft too in Stanemore's wintry wate,
Beneath the moonlight shade, In fighs to pour his foften’d soul,
The midnight mourner stray'd.
His cheeks, where love with beauty glow'd,
A deadly pale o’ercast;
Before the northern blaft.
The parents now, with late remorse,
Hung o'er his dying bed,
'Tis paft, he cry'd, but if your souls
Sweet mercy yet can move,
What they must ever love.
She came ; his cold hand softly touch'd,
And bath'd with many a tear ; Faft falling o'er the primrose pale
So morning dews appear.
But oh! his sister's jealous care
(A cruel sister she !) Forbad what Emma came to say,
My EDWIN, live for me.
Now Now homeward as The hopeless went,
The church-yard path along,
Her lover's fun'ral fong.
Alone, appal'd, thus had the pass'd
The visionary vale,
Sad founding in the gale.
Just then she reachd, with trembling steps
Her aged mother's door! He's
gone, she cried, and I must see That angel face no more !
I feel, I feel this breaking heart.
Beat high against my fide:
She Shiver'd, figh'd, and died.
SIS listening fear, and amazement all:
When to the startled eye the sudden glance Appears far south, eruptive thro' the cloud;