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The sympathetic glow;
Had it not been for you!
In every care and ill;
The tenebrific scene,
My Davie or my Jean.
XI. o, how that name inspires my style! The words come skelpin rank and file,
Amaist before I ken!
Were glowrin owre my pen.
Till ance he's fairly het;
Should rue this hasty ride,
His sweaty wizen'd hide.
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Alas ! how oft does Goodness wound itself,
O Trou pale orb, that silent shines,
While care-untroubled mortals sleep! Thou seest a wretch that inly pines,
And wanders here to wail and weep! With woe I nightly vigils keep,
Beneath thy wan unwarming beam ; And mourn, in lamentation deep,
How life and love are all a dream.
The faintly-marked distant hill;
Reflected in the gurgling rill: My fondly-Auttering heart, be still!
Thou busy pow'r, Remembrance, cease! Ah! must the agonizing thrill
For ever bar returning peace !
My sad, love-lorn lamentings claim ;
No shepherd's pipe-Arcadian strains ;
No fabled tortures, quaint and tame: The plighted faith ; the mutual flame;
The oft attested pow'rs above : The promis'd Father's tender name :
These were the pledges of my love!
IV. Encircled in her clasping arms,
How have the raptur'd moments flown! How have I wish'd for fortune's charms,
For her dear sake, and her's alone! And must I think it! is she gone,
My secret heart's exulting boast ?
So lost to honour, lost to truth,
The plighted husband of her youth ! Alas! life's path may be unsmooth
Her way may lie thro' rough distress! Then, who her pangs and pains will sooth,
Her sorrows share, and make them less ?
Enraptur'd more, the more enjoy'd,
My fondly-treasur'd thoughts employ'd. at breast how dreary now, and void, for her too scanty once of room!
Ev'n ev'ry ray of hope destroy'd,
And not a wish to gild the gloom!
VII. The morn that warns the approaching day,
Awakes me up to toil and woe : I see the hours in long array,
That I must suffer, lingering, slow. Full many a pang, and many a throe,
Keen recollection's direful train, Must wring my soul, ere Phæbus, low,
Shall kiss the distant, western main.
Sore-harass'd out with care and grief,
Keep watchings with the nightly thief: Or if I slumber, fancy, chief,
Reigns haggard-wild, in sore affright: Ev'n day, all-bitter, brings relief,
From such a horror-breathing night.
IX. 0! thou bright queen, who o'er the expanse,
Now highest reign'st, with boundless sway! Oft has thy silent-marking glance
Observ'd us, fondly-wand'ring, stray!
While love's luxurious pulse beat high,
Oh! scenes in strong remembrance set !
Scenes, never, never, to return!
Again I feel, again I burn!
Life's weary vale I'll wander thro?:
A faithless woman's broken vow.
1. OPPRESS'd with grief, oppress'd with care, A burden more than I can bear,
I sit me down and sigh :
To wretches such as I!
What sick’ning scenes appear!
Must be my bitter doom ;
But with the closing tomb !