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Thou living image of those charms we lost,
Charms, which exulting nature once might boast!
Indulge the plaintive Mufe, whose fimple strain
Repeats the heart-felt anguish of the swain:
For Stella's fate thus flaw'd his tuneful moan,
Love, Beauty, Virtue, mourn your darling gone !

Are happiness and joy for ever sted,
Nor haunt the twilight grove, nor sunny glade ?
Ah! Aled for ever from my longing eye ;
With Stella born, with Stella too they die:
Die, or with me your brightest image moan:
Love, Beauty, Virtue, mourn your darling gone!

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Sweet to the thirsty tongue the crystal stream,
To nightly wand'rers sweet the morning beam :
Sweet to the wither'd grass the gentle show'r;
To the fond lover sweet the nuptial hour;
Sweet fragrant gardens to the lab‘ring bee,
And lovely Stella once was heav'n to me :
That heav'n is faded, and those joys are flowi,
Love, Beauty, Virtue, mourn your darling gone !
Ah! where is now that form which charm'd my sight?
Ah! where that wisdom, sparkling heav'nly bright?
Ah! where that lweetnets like the lays of (pring,
When breathe its flow'rs, and all its warblers fing?
Now fade, ye flowers ! ye warblers, join my moan!
Love, Beauty, Virtue, mourn your darling gone !
Ah me! though winter desola-e the field,
Again Mall flow'rs the blended odours yield;
A shall birds the vernal season hail,
And beauty paint, and music charın the vale :

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But the no more to bless me shall appear ;
No'more' her angel voice enchant my earį
No more her angel smile relieve my moan :
Love, Beauty, Virtue, mourn your darling gone!
He'ceas'd; for mighty grief his voice fuppreft,
Chill'd all his veins, and struggled in his breast;
From his wan cheek the rosy tincture flies ;
The lustre languith'd in his clofing eyes:
Too foon shall life return, unhappy swain!
If, with returning sense, returns thy pain.
Hills, woods and streams, resound the shepherd's

moan, Love, Beauty, Virtue, mourn your darling gone!

AN EPITAPH.

IF e'er Marp forrow from thine eyes did flow,

If e'er thy bofom felt another's woe,
If e'er fair beauty's charms thy heart did prove,
If e'er the offspring of thy virtuous love
Bloom'd to thy wish, or to thy foul was dear,
This plaintive marble asks thee for a tear!
For here, alas ! too early snatch'd away,
All that was lovely, Death has made his prey.
No more her cheeks with crimson roses vie,
No more the diamond sparkles in her eye ;

Her breath no more its balmy sweets can boast,
Alas! that breath with all its sweets are lost,
Pale now those lips where blushing rubies hung,
And mute the charming music of her tongue ;
Ye virgins fair, your fading charms survey,
She was whate'er your tender hearts can say.
To her sweet memory, for ever dear,
Let the green turf receive your trickling tear :
To this sad place your earliest garlands bring,
And deck her grave with firstlings of the spring :
Let opening roles, drooping lilies tell,
Like those the bloom'd, and ah! like those the fell,
In circling wreaths let the pale ivy grow,
And distant yews a sable shade beftow;
Round her, ye Graces! constant vigils keep,
And guard, fair Innocence! her sacred sleep:
Till that bright morn shall wake the beauteous clay,
To bloom and sparkle in eternal day.

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CO N T E N T.

A VISION.

BY DR. COTTON.

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MA
TAN is deceiv'd by outward show

'Tis a plaiu home-Ipun truth I know!
The fraud prevails at ev?ry age,
So says the school-boy and the fage!,
Yet still we hug the dear deceit,
And Itill exclaim against the cheat.
But whence this inconsistent part,
Say, moralists, who know the heart?
If you'll this labyrinth pursue,
I'll go before, and find the clue.

I dreamt ('twas on a birth-day night)
A sumptuous palace rose to fight :
The builder had through ev'ry part
Obsery'd the chasteft rules of art;
Raphael and Titian had display'd
All the full force of light and shade:
Around the livery'd fervants wait;
An aged porter at the gate.

As I was traversing the hall,
Where Bruffels' looms adorn'd the wall,

(Whose tap'stry shews, without my aid,
A nun is no such useless maid)
A graceful person came in view,
(His form, it seems, is known to few)
His dress was unadorn'd with lace,
But charms! a thousand in his face.

This, Sir, your property? I cry'd Master and mansion coincide, Where all, indeed, is truly great, And proves that bliss may dwell with state, Pray, Sir, indulge a stranger's claim, And grant the favour of your name.

Content, the lovely form reply'd ;
But think not here that I reside;
Here lives a courtier, base and lly;
An open, honest rustic, I:
Our taste and manners disagree,
His levee boasts no charms for męs
For titles, and the smiles of kings,
To me are cheap unheeded things.
('Tis virtue can alone impart
The patent of a ducal heart:
Unless this herald speaks him great,
What shall avail the glare of state?)
Those secret charms are my delight,
Which shine remote from public fight :
Passions subdu'd, desires at rest-
And hence his chaplain shares my

breast.

There was a time (his Grace can tell) I knew the Duke exceeding well ;

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