So fades the fresh rose in its prime, The parents now, with late remorse, Hung o'er his dying bed; And wearied Heaven with fruitless vows, And fruitless sorrow shed. “”T is past!” he cried—“but if your souls 65 Sweet mercy yet can move, Let these dim eyes once more behold, She came; his cold hand softly touch'd, And bathed with many a tear: 70 every bush his hovering shade, His groan in every sound. Alone, appall'd, thus had she pass'd The visionary vale,— When, lo! the death-bell smote her ear, Sad sounding in the gale! C 85 Just then she reach'd with trembling step, "He's gone!" she cried;" and I shall see "I feel, I feel this breaking heart Beat high against my side—” From her white arm down sunk her head; MALLET. CRAZY JANE. OCCASIONED BY A LADY'S BEING ALARMED AT A MAD WOMAN KNOWN BY THAT APPELLATION. feature WHY, fair maid, in every 10 When men flatter, sigh, and languish, For I loved; Oh! so sincerely None could ever love again; But the youth I loved so dearly, Stole the wits of Crazy Jane. Fondly my young heart received him, Which was doom'd to love but one; 15 He sigh'd, he vow'd, and I believed him; Held her empire o'er my brain; Now forlorn and broken-hearted, And with phrenzied thoughts beset, On that spot where last we parted, While each passer-by, in pity, Cries, "God help thee, Crazy Jane !" 25 30 LEWIS. THE NEGRO'S COMPLAINT. FORCED from home and all its pleasures, To increase the stranger's treasures, Men from England bought and sold me, But, though slave they have enroll'd me, Still in thought as free as ever, What are England's rights, I ask, Me from my delights to sever, 5 10 20 Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters, iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweet your cane affords. ls there, as ye sometimes tell us, Is there One who reigns on high? Hark! He answers-wild tornadoes, By our blood in Afric wasted, Ere our necks received the chain; By the miseries that we tasted, Crossing, in your barks, the main; By our sufferings, since ye brought us Deem our nation brutes no longer, Till some reason ye shall find 45 50 55 COWPER. THE ROSE. THE rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a shower, The plentiful moisture encumber'd the flower The cup was all fill'd, and the leaves were all wet, 5 To weep for the buds it had left with regret 1 hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd, "And such," I exclaim'd, "is the pitiless part 10 15 |