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She saw him wither in his bloom,
Nor could the yield relief:
For, with a heart devoid of blame,
He liv'd to joy no more;
To search fome foreign shore.
The night was come, the fatal night,
Replete with tender pain ;
Ne'er to behold again.
And now the penfive mourner ftray'd,
No gleam of hope he knew;
A long, a lait adieu !
As o'er her form soft sorrow stole,
Her thoughts you might descry; It seem'd as if her spotless soul
Beam'd from her azure eye.
No more her cheek that glow express'd
Which health had once display'd, While, careless, o'er her lily breast
Her auburn treffes play'd.
Alas! she cry'd, and claspd his hand,
And press’d it to her heart;
And must we, Albert, part ?
We must, o'erwhelm'd in grief, he said,
We must, Elweena dear!
Accept my vow fincere.
Whatever change I see,
My heart shall dwell with thee.
He said, and o'er Elweena's breast
The briny torrent fell;
And bade as oft farewell.
They part, and through the mournful grove
Her maids Elweena bore;
Till they could view no more.
Now softly o'er the dewy plain
Night's dusky shadows stole;
Oppress’d young Albert's foul.
His mother, gently on his breast
Reclin’d her drooping head ;
And mutual forrows thed.
While, strangers to each peaceful smile,
An aged pilgrim, spent with toil,
Approach'd the cottage-gate.
The mournful youth, in humble plight,
Address’d the rev'rend sage; Who ask'd a shelter for the night,
To rest his drooping age.
Full welcome to their humble shed,
The hospitable pair
And bade the stranger Thare.
With pain he mark'd the eruel grief,
That prey'd on either heart ; Which (anxious to extend relief)
He begg’d them to impart.
The penfive Albert rose,
The story of his woes.
His life, his birth, his father's name,
His mother's tender care;
He bore Elweena fair.
The good old man with transport flew,
And press'd the youth, and smild; He cried, Support me, heavens ! I view
My long-loft wife and child !
Twas on no diftant Indian shore
Thy father funk to rest;
To make his Albert bless'd.
And thou, dear partner of my soul,
Whom oft my fancy drew;
The pangs I felt for you!
Secure from bitter strife;
The ev'ning of your life.
Enraptur'd Albert flew;
To tell their joys anew.
And made her fire relent;
Nor more deny'd consent.
And when the azure-vested day
Dawn'd o'er the smiling land, In mutual bliss, ferenely gay, They join'd the nuptial band.
Miss H. FALCONAR.
THE rifing fun's enlivening ray
Dispell’d the gloom of night, Each verdant field and flowery spray
With dew-drops twinkled bright.
As round all nature smild,
In strains divinely wild.
O say, ye soft harmonious train,
Or tune your voice to love ?
The sweetest bird that e'er could fing,
Or flower that e'er could blow, Alike to heaven's eternal King
Their bloom and music owe.
To him, ye birds, attune your lays,
For they to him belong,
Miss M. FALCONAR,