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THESE are the charming agonies of LOVE,
Whofe mifery delights. But through the heart
Should JEALOUSY its venom once diffuse,
'Tis then delightful mifery no more,
But agony unmix'd, inceffant gall,
Corroding every thought, and blafting all
LOVE's paradife. Ye fairy profpects, then,
Ye beds of rofes, and ye bow'rs of joy,
Farewell! ye gleamings of departed peace,
Shine out your laft! the yellow-tinging plague
Internal vifion taints, and in a night

Of livid gloom imagination wraps.

Ah, then inftead of love-enliven'd cheeks,
Of funny features, and of ardent eyes,

With flowing rapture bright, dark looks fucceed,
Suffus'd, and glaring with untender fire;
A clouded afpect, and a burning cheek,
Where the whole poison'd foul, malignant, fits,
And frightens LOVE away. Ten thoufand fears
Invented wild, ten thoufand frantic views
Of horrid rivals, hanging on the charms
For which he melts in fondness, eat him up
With fervent anguish, and confuming rage.
In vain reproaches lend their idle aid,
Deceitful pride, and resolution frail,
Giving falle peace a moment. Fancy pours,
Afresh, her beauties on his busy thought,
Her firft endearments twining round the foul,
With all the witchcrafts of enfnaring love.
Straight the fierce ftorm involves his mind anew,
Flames thro' the nerves, and boils along the veins;
While anxious doubt diftracts the tortur❜d heart:
For ev'n the fad affurance of his fears

Were eafe to what he feels. Thus the warm youth,
Whom love deludes into his thorny wilds,
Thro' flow'ry-tempting paths, or leads a life
Of ferver'd rapture, or of cruel care;
His brightest flames extinguish'd all, and all
His lively moments running down to waste.


BUT happy they! the happiest of their kind!
Whom gentler ftars unite, and in one fate
Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend.
'Tis not the coarfer tie of human laws,
Unnat'ral oft and foreign to the mind,
That binds their peace, but harmony itself,
Attuning all their paffions into LOVE;
Where friendship full-exerts her foftest pow'r,
Perfect efteem, enliven'd by defire
Ineffable, and fympathy of foul;

Thought meeting thought, and will preventing will,
With boundlefs confidence; for nought but LOVE
Can anfwer LOVE, and render blifs fecure.
Let him, ungen'rous, who, alone intent
To blefs himself, from fordid parents buys
The loathing virgin, in eternal care,
Well-merited, confume his nights and days;
Let barbarous nations, whofe inhuman LOVE
Is wild defire fierce, as the funs they feel;
Let eaftern tyrants, from the light of heav'n
Seclude their bofom-flaves, meanly poffefs'd
Of a mere lifelefs, violated form:

While those whom LOVE cements in holy faith,
And equal tranfport, free as nature live,
Difdaining fear. What is the world to them,
Its pomp, its pleasure, and its nonsense all!
Who in each other clafp whatever fair
High fancy forms, and lavish hearts can wish!
Something than beauty dearer fhould they look,
Or, on the mind, or mind-illumin'd face;
Truth, goodness, honour, harmony, and love,
The richeft bounty of indulgent heav'n.
Meantime a fmiling offspring rifes round,
And mingles both their graces. By degrees,
The human bloffom blows; and ev'ry day,
Soft as it rolls along, fhews fome new charm,
The father's luftre, and the mother's bloom.
Then infant reason grows apace, and calls

For the kind hand of an affiduous care.
Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,
To teach the young idea how to shoot,
To pour the fresh inftruction o'er the mind,
To breathe th' enlivening fpirit, and to fix
The gen'rous purpofe in the glowing breaft.
Oh, fpeak the joy! ye, whom the fudden tear
Surprizes often, while you look around,
And nothing strikes your eye but fights of blifs.
All various nature preffing on the heart:
An elegant fufficiency, content,
Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books,
Eafe and alternate labour, useful life,
Progreffive virtue, and approving heav'n.
Thefe are the matchlefs joys of virt'ous LOVE;
And thus their moments fly. The feafons thus,
As ceafelefs round a jarring world they roll,
Still find them happy; and confenting SPRING
Sheds her own rofy garland on their heads:
Till evening comes at laft, ferene and mild;
When after the long vernal day of life,
Enamour'd more, as more remembrance fwells
With many a proof of recollected LOVE,
Together down they fink in focial fleep;
Together freed, their gentle fpirits fly
To fcenes where LOVE and blifs immortal reign.


MEMORY! thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain,

To former joys recurring ever,
And turning all the paft to pain:

Thou, like the world, the oppreft oppreffing,
Thy fmiles increase the wretch's woe;
And he who wants each other bleffing,
In thee must ever find a foe.


FAR on BATAVIA's fea-beat shore,

On a bleak rock and bare,
The widow'd KITTY fat, and tore
Her fine,-her dark-brown hair.
A little fondling at her breast,

She ftrove to foothe to peace,
As he her cold and bloodlefs nipple preft.
Alas! when fhall my forrows ceafe?
When fhall the ftorm be o'er?

And in my clay-cold bed

Be laid, this weary, aching head, Where I fhall grieve no more?

Now KITTY, once of faireft nymphs moft fair, And THOMAS, gayeft of his gay compeers, Had pledg'd their faith a mutual fate to fhare, And hope had look'd for many happy years. His little all he bazarded in trade;

But, cruelly by fortune crofs'd,

That little all in trade he loft,

By a falfe friend betray'd.

Now, dunn'd with all the rigour of the law,
Toм, as the clouds began to form,
The horrors of a jail forefaw:

And oft would KITTY's tearful eye
Extort a tender figh,

And make him with fome shelter from the storm.

Poor fhelter! with the vengeful blade,

To aid the flaughter DEATH had made,
He plow'd the wave with daring mind;

Nor would his much-lov'd KITTY flay behind,

But to that foreign land would


Where he was doom'd to face the madd'ning foe.
Here, brought from GALLIA's wide domain,
War had his bloody eagle borne:

Her THOMAS fell among the flain,
And KITTY fhe was left to mourn.


O'er his pale bloody corfe fhe hung,
Her heart with ev'ry forrow wrung:
And now the grafp'd his cold-cold hand,
And now the kifs'd his cheek fo pale
And oft the day she did bewail

That e'er fhe left her native land:
Her mind foreboding many fears,
She crofs'd the wafteful ocean wild;
And now of every stay bereft,

To the hard world's mercy left-
And then the hugg'd her INFANT CHILD,
And burfted into tears.
O THOMAS! 'twas a dreary day
Thou left thy native home,
In foreign parts to roam;

And now, on the cold clay,
Beat by the winds fo chill and drear,
Thou lay'ft thy manly head,
Among the countless dead,
Unwept by any friendly tear,

But thofe thy KATE has shed.
Ah me! the bitter blaft!
Ceafe, ceafe, my little BABE, to cry,
The world is wide for thee and I:
Soon fhall the ftorm be paft.
Thy little limbs I fhall infold,
And fhield thee from the cold.

No wind, tho' e'er so chill and drear,
Shall harm my little dear.

Ah! thou too haften'ft to thy grave;
I fee, Ifee DEATH in thine eye:
Thy MAMMY's fondnefs cannot fave,
For ah! her breaft is cold and dry,-
But all fhall foon be o'er

And I fhall grieve no more.

Now rage, ye winds! 'tis but on me Pour on, ye rains!-Ye thunders reel My BABBY fleeps too found to feel.


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