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An ELEGY.

Inscribed to C--- S---, Esq;

By the same.
O Friend, by ev'ry sympathy endear'd,
Which soul with soul in sacred ties unite,
The hour arrives, so long, so justly fear'd,
Brings all its woes, and sinks me with their weight,
For now from heav'n my unavailing pray'r
Toss'd devious mingles with the sportive gale;
No tender arts can move my cruel fair,
Nor all Love's silent eloquence prevail.
Though from my lips no sound unmeaning flows,
Though in each action fondness is exprest,
No kind returns e'er terminate my woes,
Nor heave th'eternal pressure from my breast.
Too well the weakness of my heart I knew,
Too well Love's pow'r my soul had felt before;
Why did I then the pleasing ill pursue,
And tempt the malice of my fate once more?
Conscious how few amongst the fair succeed,
Who boast no merit but a tender heart,
Why was my soul again to chains decreed,
To unrewarded tears, and endless smart?

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The siren Hope, my tardy pace to chear,
In gay presage the short'ning prospect drest,
With art fallacious brought the object near,
And lull'd each rising doubt in fatal rest.
I saw Success, or thought at least I saw,
Beck'ning with smiles to animate my speed:
Reason was mute, impress'd with trembling awe;
Nor Memory one precedent cou'd plead.
How curs'd is he who never learn'd to fear
The keenest plagues his cruel stars portend!
Till o'er his head the black'ning clouds appear,
And heav'n's collected storms at once descend.
What further change of fortune can I wait?
What consummation to the last despair?
She flies, yet shows no pity for my fate;
She sees, yet deigns not in my griefs to share.
Yet the kind heart where tender passions reign,
Will catch the softness when it first appears,
Explore each symptom of the suff'rer's pain,
Sigh all his sighs, and number all his tears.
This tribute from humanity is due,
What then, just Heav'ns! what should not love bestow?
Yet though the fair insensible I view,
For others bliss I wou'd not change my woe.

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O blind to wisdom! to reflection blind,
At length to reason and thyself return;
See Science wait thee with reception kind,
Whose frown or absence no fond lovers mourn.
Bounteous and free to all who ask her aid,
Her sacred light anticipates their call,
Points out the precipice to which they stray'd,
And with maternal care prevents their fall.
Daughter of God! whose features all express
Th'eternal beauty whence thy being sprung,
I to thy sacred shrine my steps address,
And catch each sound from thy heav'n-prompted tongue.
O take me wholly to thy fond embrace,
Through all my soul thy heav'nly beams effuse!
Thence ev'ry cloud of pleasing error chase,
Adjust her organs, and enlarge her views.
Hence ever fix'd on virtue and on thee,
No lower wish shall her attention claim,
Till, like her sacred parent, pure and free,
She rise to native heaven from whence she came.