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Yet, the day may arrive, when the mountains, once more,
Shall rise to my sight, in their mantles of snow:
Will Mary be there to receive me? ah no!
Thou sweet flowing Dee, to thy waters adieu!
Ah! Mary, what home could be mine, but with you?
On! yes, I will own we were dear to each other,
The friendships of childhood, tho’ fleeting, are true; The love which you felt, was the love of a brother,
Nor less the affection I cherish'd for you.
But Friendship can vary her gentle dominion,
The attachment of years, in a moment, expires ;
But glows not, like Love, with unquenchable fires.
Full oft have we wander'd through Ida together,
And blest were the scenes of our youth, I allow; In the spring of our life, how serene is the weather!
But winter's rude tempests are gathering now.
No more with affection shall memory blending
The wonted delights of our childhood retrace; When pride steels the bosom, the heart is unbending, And what would be justice appears a disgrace.
5. However, dear SR , for I still must esteem you,
The few, whom I love, I can never upbraid, The chance, which has lost, may in future redeem you, Repentance will cancel the vow you have made.
6. I will not complain, and tho' chill'd is affection,
With me no corroding resentment shall live; My bosom is calm'd by the simple reflection, That both may be wrong, and that both should forgive.
. 7. You knew that my soul, that my heart, my existence,
If danger demanded, were wholly your own; You knew me unalter’d by years or by distance, Devoted to love and to friendship alone.
8. You knew,-but away with the vain retrospection, · The bond of affection no longer endures ; Too late you may droop o'er the fond recollection,
And sigh for the friend, who was formerly yours.
For time and regret will restore you at last;
I ask no atouement, but days like the past.
ON RECEIVING HER PICTURE.
1. This faint resemblance of thy charms,
Though strong as mortal art could give, My constant heart of fear disarms,
Revives my hopes, and bids me live.
2. Here I can trace the locks of gold,
Which round thy snowy forehead wave; The cheeks, which sprung from Beauty's mould, The lips, which made me Beauty's slave.
3. Here I can trace---ah no! that eye
Whose azure floats in liquid fire, Must all the painter's art defy,
And bid him from the task retire.
Here I behold its beauteous hue,
But where's the beam so sweetly straying,
Sweet copy! far more dear to me,
Lifeless, unfeeling as thou art, Than all the living forms could be,
Save her, who plac'd thee next my heart.
She plac'd it, sad, with needless fear,
Lest time might shake my wavering soul,
Held every sense in fast controul.
My hope, in gloomy moments, raise ;
And meet my fond expiring gaze.
In law an infant(1), and in years a boy,
(1) In Law, every person is an infant, who has not attained the age of twenty-one.
TO MARION. '
MARION ! Why that pensive brow?