"Soon may this fluttering spark of vital flame 70 THE WOUNDED HUSSAR. ALO LONE by the banks of the dark-rolling Danube Oh whither, she cried, hast thou wander'd, my lover, What voice did I hear? 'twas my Henry that sigh'd! 5 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! From his bosom that heav'd, the last torrent was streaming, And pale was his visage, deep mark'd with a 10 scar; And dim was that eye, once expressively beaming, How smit was poor Adelaide's heart at the sight! Hast thou come my fond Love, this last sorrowful night, To cheer the lone heart of your wounded Hussar ? 15 Thou shalt live, she replied, Heav'n's mercy relieving Thou charmer of life, ever tender and true: Ye babes of my love that await me afar !— His faltering tongue scarce could murmur adieu, When he sunk in her arms-the poor wounded Hussar ! 20 GILDEROY. THE last, the fatal hour is come, That bears my love from me; The bell has toll'd; it shakes my heart; And must my Gilderoy depart No bosom trembles for thy doom; Oh, Gilderoy! bethought we then You triumph'd o'er my heart? Your locks they glitter'd to the sheen And graceful was the ribbon green Ah! little thought I to deplore Ye cruel, cruel, that combin'd A long adieu! but where shall fly When every mean and cruel eye Yes! they will mock thy widow's tears, Alas! his infant beauty wears Then will I seek the dreary mound |