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Can re-assemble the loose scatter'd parts,
'Tis but a night, a long and moonless night,
Then might they shun the various ills
That inattention brings;
Miss M. FALCONAR.
SEE hoary-headed Winter comes,
In snowy vest array'd;
the leafless shade.
At his approach the painted vale
Resigns her bright array ;
Perfumes the breath of day.
Nor murmurs through the mead; No more upon its graffy side
The flocks, delighted, feed.
The shady elm, the lofty oak,
Withdraw their verdant charms, For nature feels the withering ftroke,
And finks in Winter's arms.
Through every change of varying time
My voice shall grateful sing,
And own thy goodness most sublime,
Miss H. FALCONAR.
, More beauteous than the dawn of summer's day, More gay
and artless than the birds that fing Their tuneful fonnets on the leafy spray! Adieu, ye paths adorn'd with springing flowers :
Oh! could those vernal sweets again be given, When guardian angels watch'd my guiltless hours,
And strove to guide my erring steps to heaven.
Perpetual pleasures open'd to the view;
Nor anxious care their happy moments knew.
And leave to busy care the jocund scene ; To innocence shall guilt and pain succeed;
To lively youth long hours of gloom and spleen.
So shines the sun in orient splendour bright,
So bloom the roses on a summer's day;
Miss H. FALCONAR.
O’ER evening skies the queen of night
Had spread her filver beam, That ting'd the neighb'ring hills with light,
Or sported in the stream.
On founds melodious hung,
Sweet Philomela sung.
To hear thy tender woes display'd,
Sweet songftress of the grove,
A prey to hopeless love.
A wasting languor flew;
Exhale the morning dew.
'Twas bright Elweena, matchless maid,
Whose beauties fann'd the flame;
In fighs, to breath her name.
And vow'd to love no more; But absence sharpen'd ev'ry grief,
That pierç'd his soul before..
In equal pain Elweena figh’d,
And mutual love express'd;
Forbade them to be bless'd.
Young Albert's innocence and truth
He could not disapprove;
Beneath his daughter's love.
Such worth might well esteem inspire,
It almost won his praise;
Compassion ftrove to raise.
Had fortune smil'd serene;
Revers'd the happy scene!
He with his widow'd mother dwelt,
In solitude obscure; And every
shock of fate she felt
The mourning village o'er,
On India's diftant shore.
But added to her hapless doom.