She faw him wither in his bloom, For, with a heart devoid of blame, He liv'd to joy no more; And now refolv'd, for wealth and fame, The night was come, the fatal night, Doom'd, in his native land, the light And now the penfive mourner ftray'd, As o'er her form foft forrow ftole, No more her cheek that glow exprefs'd While, careless, o'er her lily breast Alas! fhe cry'd, and clafp'd his hand, And prefs'd it to her heart; And do the cruel Fates command? And muft we, Albert, part? We ་ We muft, o'erwhelm'd in grief, he said, Whene'er through foreign lands I roam, Still, turning to my native home, He faid, and o'er Elweena's breast A thousand times her hand he prefs'd, And bade as oft farewell. They part, and through the mournful grove Her maids Elweena bore; Each caft a ling'ring look of love, Till they could view no more. Now foftly o'er the dewy plain His mother, gently on his breaft The weeping youth she fondly press'd, While, ftrangers to each peaceful smile, 2 M 6 An An aged pilgrim, spent with toil, The mournful youth, in humble plight, Full welcome to their humble fhed, The hofpitable pair With lib'ral hand the viands spread, With pain he mark'd the cruel grief, He begg'd them to impart. With livid cheek, and tearful eye, And told, but, oh! with many a figh, The story of his woes. His life, his birth, his father's name, But, ftill more fad, the fatal flame The good old man with transport flew, 'Twas "Twas on no diftant Indian shore But now returns with ample store, And thou, dear partner of my foul, Nor time, nor abfence, could controuł Then chafe all forrow from your breaft, Secure from bitter ftrife; He ceas'd; and to his conftant fair The blissful news Elweena told, And when the azure-vested day MISS H. FALCONAR SECT. THE HE rifing fun's enlivening ray The earliest of the feather'd throng, O fay, ye foft harmonious train, Who taught you thus to pour that strain, The fweeteft bird that e'er could fing, To him, ye birds, attune your lays, And let your music found his praise MISS M. FALCONAR. SECT. |