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Oh! then how blest!no more to part,
And tell our boys their father's story.
How bright the sun's declining rays
Thro' those old trees that seem on fire!
Oh! can I e'er the scene forget?
'Twas such an evening-this the place, That first the lovely girl I met,
And gazed upon her angel face. The west at Sol's departure blush'd,
And brighten'd to a crimson hue;
She died and at that very hour
Hope broke her wand, aud Pleasure fled. Life is a charm has lost its power, acts
Th' enchantress of my days is dead, That sun-those scenes where oft I've stray'd Transported, I no longer prize; For now, alas! beneath their shade All that remains of MARY lies.
WHEN gentle CELIA first I knew,
Till CHLORIS came, with sad surprise
She fill'd my breast with new alarms,
O CELIA! dear unhappy maid,
Which ought your scorn to move:
Thy gentle smiles no more can please,
Think what that wounded breast must feel
Oft shall I curse my iron chain,
With long and vain regret ;
But passion's wild impetuous sea
'T were vain to struggle more:
In vain he spreads his helpless arms,
In vain deplore his state;
I Love and Reason ne'er agree,
But if the pleasures Love bestows
Are such as Reason pleased allows, Are such as smiling Virtue knows,
To Love I'll pay my virgin vows.
And such they are: for loose desires
Love scorns a sordid selfish bliss,
And tastes no joys but those it gives,
Love's more than language can reveal,
Or thought can reach-tho' thought is free; 'Tis only felt 't is what I feel,
And hope that Damon feels for me.
WHEN first upon your tender cheek
With mild and cheering beam,
I saw you in that opening morn
And first confess'd your sway;