""Tis done! the flame of hate no longer burns; Nature relents; but, ah! too late returns! Why does my soul this gush of fondness feel? Trembling and faint, I drop the guilty steel! Cold on my heart the hand of terror lies, And shades of horror close my languid eyes !- "Oh! 'twas a deed of Murder's deepest grain! Could B- -k's soul so true to wrath remain? A friend long true, a once fond lover fell!Where Love was foster'd, could not Pity dwell? Foretels my fate, and summons me to come! 55 60 Once more I see thy sheeted spectre stand, Roll the dim eye, and wave the paly hand! "Soon may this fluttering spark of vital flame Soon may this woe-worn spirit seek the bourne Where, lull'd to slumber, Grief forgets to mourn!" 65 70 THE WOUNDED HUSSAR ALONE Fair Adelaide hied when the battle was o'er: Oh whither, she cried, hast thou wander'd, my lover; What voice did I hear? 'twas my Henry that sigh'd! All mournful she hasten'd, nor wander'd she far, When bleeding, and low, on the heath she descried, By the light of the moon, her poor wounded Hussar! 5 |