The frequent Kiss shall interrupt the Tale, And Looks shall speak my Sense, tho' Language fail.

Then fhall the Prodigies, that round me rise,
Fill thy dear Bofom with a sweet Surprize;
Then all my Knowledge, to thy faithful Heart,
With Danger gain'd, fecurely I'll impart.
Methinks I fee thy changing Looks express
Th' alternate Sense of Pleasure and Distress;
As all the Windings of my Fate I trace,
And wing thy Fancy fwift from Place to Place.
Yet where, alas! has flattering Thought convey'd
The ravish'd Lover, with his darling Maid?
Between us, ftill, unmeafur'd Oceans roll,
Which hoftile Barks infeft, and Storms controul.
Be calm my Bofom, fince th' unmeasur❜d Main,
And hoftile Barks, and Storms, are God's Domain:
He rules refistless, and his Power shall guide
My Life in Safety o'er the roaring Tide;
Shall bless the Love, that's built on Virtue's Bafe,
And spare me to evangelize my Race.

Farewell! thy Prince ftill lives, and ftill is free:
Farewell! hope all Things, and remember me.

ZARA, at the Court of Annamabboe, to the African Prince in England.

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Hould I the Language of my Heart conceal, Nor warmly paint the Paffion that I feel, My rifing Wish should groundless Fears confine, And Doubts ungen'rous chill the glowing Line, Wou'd

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Wou'd not my Prince, with nobler Warmth difdain

That Love, as languid, which could stoop to feign?

Let Guilt diffemble-in my faithful Breast Love reigns unblam'd, and be that Love confeft.

I give my Bofom naked to thy View,

For, what has Shame with Innocence to do?
In Fancy, now, I clasp thee to my Heart,
Exchange my Vows, and all my Joys impart.
I catch new Transport from thy speakingEye;-
But whence this fad involuntary Sigh?
Why pants my Bofom with intruding Fears?
Why from my Eyes diftill unbidden Tears?
Why do my Hands thus tremble as I write?
Why fades thy lov❜d Idea from my Sight?
O! art thou safe? on Britain's happy Shore,
From Winds that bellow,and from Seas that roar?
And has myPrince-(Oh, more than mortal Pain!)
Betray'd by Ruffians, felt the Captive's Chain?
Bound were thofe Limbs, ordain'd alone to prove
The Toils of Empire, and the Sweets of Love?
Hold, hold! Barbarians of the fierceft Kind!
Fear Heav'n's red Light'ning-'tis a Prince ye

bind;

A Prince, whom no Indignities could hide They knew, prefumptuous! and the Gods defy'd. Where'er he moves, let love-join'd Rev'rence rise, And all Mankind behold with Zara's Eyes!

Thy

Thy Breaft alone, when bounding o'er the

Waves

To Freedom's Climes, from Slavery and Slaves; Thy Breaft alone, the pleafing Thought cou'd frame

Of what I felt, when thy dear Letters came:
A thousand Times I held 'em to my Breast,
A thousand Times my Lips the Paper prest:
My full Heart panted with a Joy too strong,
And "Oh my Prince !" dy'd falt'ring on my
Tongue:

Fainting I funk, unequal to the Strife,
And milder Joys fuftain'd returning Life.
Hope, fweet Enchantrefs, round my love-fick
Head

Delightful Scenes of bleft Delusion spread.
"Come, come, my Prince! my Charmer!

"hafte away;

"Come, come, I cry'd, thy Zara blames thy ftay. "Forthee, the Shrubs their richeft Sweets retain; "For thee, new Colours wait to paint the Plain; "For thee, cool Breezes linger in the Grove, "The Birds expect thee in the green Alcove; "'Till thy Return, the Rills forget to fall, "'Till thy Return, the Sun, the Soul of all!"He comes,myMaids, in his meridianCharms, "He comes refulgent to his Zara's Arms: "With jocund Songs, proclaim my Love's Re

❝ turn;

"With jocund Hearts, his nuptial Bed adorn. "Bright

"Bright as the Sun, yet gentle as the Dove,
"He comes, uniting Majefty and Love."
Too foon, alas! the bleft Delufion flies;
Care fwells my Breaft, and Sorrow fills my Eyes.
Ah! why do thy fond Words fuggeft a Fear?-
Too vaft, too num'rous, thofe already here!
Ah! why with Doubts torment my bleeding
Breaft,

Of Seas that Storms controul, and Foes infeft? •
My Heart, in all this tedious Abfence, knows
No Thoughts but thofe of Seas, and Storms,
and Foes.

Each joyless Morning, with the rising Sun, Quick to the Strand my Feet spontaneous run: "Where, where's my Prince! what Tidings "have ye brought?"

Of each I met, with pleading Tears I fought.
In vain I fought-fome, confcious of my Pain,
With horrid Silence pointed to the Main;
Some with a Sneer the brutal Thought expreft,
And plung'd the Dagger of a barb'rous Jest;
Day follow'd Day, and ftill I wish'd the next,
New Hopes still flatter'd, and new Doubts per-
plex'd;

Day follow'dDay, the wish'd To-morrow came;
My Hopes, Doubts, Fears, Anxieties the fame.
At length" O Pow'r fupreme! whoe'er
❝thou art,

"Thy Shrine the Sky, the Sea, the Earth, or
"Heart;

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"Since ev'ryClime, and all th' unboundedMain, "And hoftileBarks, andStorms, are thyDomain, "If faithful Paffion can thy Bounty move, "AndGoodness fure must be the Friend of Love, "Safe to these Arms my lovely Prince restore, "Safe to his Zara's Arms, to part no more. "O! grant to Virtue thy protecting Care, "And grant thy Love to Love's availing Pray'r. "Together, then, and emulous to praise, "A flow'ry Altar to thy Name we'll raise; “There, first and last, on each returning Day, "To thee our Vows of Gratitude we'll pay.'

Fool that I was, to all my Comfort blind, Why, when thou went'st, did Zara stay behind? How could I fondly hope one Joy to prove, 'Midft all the wild Anxieties of Love?

Had Fate, in other Mould, thy Zara form'd, And my boldBreast in manly Friendship warm'd, How had I glow'd exulting at thy Side, How all the Shafts of adverfe Fate defy'd! Or yet a Woman, and not nerv'd for Toil, Oh! that with thee, I'd turn'd a burning Soil! In the cold Prison had I lain with thee, In Love ftill happy, we had ftill been free; ThenFortune,brav'd,had own'd fuperiorMight, And pin'd with Envy, while we forc'd Delight. Why shouldst thou bid thy Love remember thee?

Thine all my Thoughts have been, and still shall

be.

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