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43

EMMA TO EDWARD.

How long will you Edward delay
To restore to your Emma her peace?
For alas! as each hour glides away
Her disgrace and her sorrows increase!
Oh! haste, or a pledge of our love
Will the shame of it's parent declare;
Ah! soon the sad tale will it prove;
Ah! soon in my misery share.
Your passion could brook no delay,
Till your poor Emma's heart you had won;
You esteemed every moment a day,
Till you saw your poor Emma undone.
Oh! haste to dispel the sad fear,
Which you gave my bosom to know!
Be as speedy to wipe off the tear
As you once were to cause it to flow!