All her care and thoughts were set Now to tend on Margaret. Mary, living 'twixt the two, From her home could oftener go, Either of her friends to see, Than they could together be.
Truth explain'd is to suspicion Evermore the best physician. Soon her visits had the effect; All that Margaret did suspect, From her fancy vanish'd clean; She was soon what she had been, And the colour she did lack,
To her faded cheek came back. Wounds which love had made her feel, Love alone had power to heal.
Martha, who the frequent visit Now had lost, and sore did miss it, With impatience waxed cross, Counted Margaret's gain her loss; All that Mary did confer
On her friend, thought due to her. In her girlish bosom rise Little foolish jealousies,
Which into such rancour wrought, She one day for Margaret sought; Finding her by chance alone, She began, with reasons shewn, To insinuate a fear
Whether Mary was sincere ;
Wish'd that Margaret would take heed Whence her actions did proceed. For herself, she'd long been minded Not with outsides to be blinded; All that pity and compassion, She believed was affectation;
In her heart she doubted whether Mary cared a pin for either.
She could keep whole weeks at distance, And not know of their existence,
While all things remain'd the same;
But when some misfortune came, Then she made a great parade Of her sympathy and aid,- Not that she did really grieve, It was only make-believe, And she cared for nothing, so She might her fine feelings shew, And get credit, on her part,
For a soft and tender heart.
With such speeches, smoothly made, She found methods to persuade
Margaret (who, being sore
From the doubts she'd felt before, Was prepared for mistrust) To believe her reasons just; Quite destroy'd that comfort glad, Which in Mary late she had; Made her, in experience' spite, Think her friend a hypocrite, And resolve, with cruel scoff, To renounce and cast her off.
See how good turns are rewarded!
She of both is now discarded,
Who to both had been so late
Their support in low estate,
All their comfort and their stay- Now of both is cast away.
But the league her presence cherish'd, Losing its best prop, soon perish'd; She, that was a link to either, To keep them and it together,
Being gone, the two (no wonder) That were left, soon fell asunder ;- Some civilities were kept,
But the heart of friendship slept ; Love with hollow forms was fed, But the life of love lay dead :- A cold intercourse they held After Mary was expell'd.
Two long years did intervene Since they'd either of them seen, Or, by letter, any word
Of their old companion heard,- When, upon a day, once walking, Of indifferent matters talking, They a female figure met;- Martha said to Margaret,
"That young maid in face does carry A resemblance strong of Mary."
Margaret, at nearer sight,
Own'd her observation right:
But they did not far proceed
Ere they knew 'twas she indeed.
She-but, ah! how changed they view her
From that person which they knew her;
Her fine face disease had scarr'd,
And its matchless beauty marr'd :
But enough was left to trace
Mary's sweetness-Mary's grace.
When her eye did first behold them,
How they blush'd !-but, when she told them,
How on a sick-bed she lay
Months, while they had kept away,
And had no inquiries made
If she were alive or dead ;- How, for want of a true friend, She was brought near to her end,
And was like so to have died, With no friend at her bed-side ;- How the constant irritation, Caused by fruitless expectation
Of their coming, had extended
The illness, when she might have mended,- Then, O then, how did reflection Come on them with recollection! All that she had done for them, How it did their fault condemn !
But sweet Mary, still the same, Kindly eased them of their shame ; Spoke to them with accents bland, Took them friendly by the hand; Bound them both with promise fast, Not to speak of troubles past; Made them on the spot declare A new league of friendship there; Which, without a word of strife, Lasted thenceforth long as life. Martha now and Margaret
Strove who most should pay the debt Which they owed her, nor did vary Ever after from their Mary.
TO A RIVER IN WHICH A CHILD WAS DROWNED.
SMILING river, smiling river,
On thy bosom sunbeams play;
Though they're fleeting, and retreating, Thou hast more deceit than they.
In thy channel, in thy channel,
Choked with ooze and gravelly stones,
Deep immersed, and unhearsed,
Lies young Edward's corse: his bones
Ever whitening, ever whitening, As thy waves against them dash: What thy torrent, in the current, Swallow'd, now it helps to wash. As if senseless, as if senseless Things had feeling in this case ; What so blindly and unkindly It destroy'd, it now does grace.
QUEEN ORIANA'S DREAM.
"ON a bank with roses shaded, Whose sweet scent the violets aided, Violets whose breath alone Yields but feeble smell or none, (Sweeter bed Jove ne'er reposed on When his eyes Olympus closed on) While o'erhead six slaves did hold Canopy of cloth o' gold,
And two more did music keep, Which might Juno lull to sleep, Oriana who was queen
To the mighty Tamerlane, That was lord of all the land Between Thrace and Samarcand, While the noon-tide fervour beam'd, Mused herself to sleep and dream'd."
Thus far, in magnific strain,
A young poet soothed his vein, But he had nor prose nor numbers To express a princess' slumbers.- Youthful Richard had strange fancies, Was deep versed in old romances, And could talk whole hours upon The great Cham and Prester John,— Tell the field in which the Sophy From the Tartar won a trophy-
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