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She came, his cold hand softly touched,
And bathed with many a tear!
Fast falling o'er the primrose pale,
So morning dews appear!

But O, his sister's jealous care

(A cruel sister she!)

Forbade what EMMA came to say,

'My EDWIN! live for me!'

Now homeward as she hopeless wept

The Churchyard path along,

The blast blew cold, the dark owl screamed Her Lover's Funeral Song!

Amid the falling gloom of night,
Her startling fancy found

In every bush, his hovering shade!
His groan in every sound!

Alone, appalled, thus had she passed

The visionary vale,

When, lo! the death bell smote her ear,

Sad sounding in the gale.

Just then, she reached, with trembling step, Her agèd mother's door.

'He's gone!' she cried, and I shall see That angel face no more!

'I feel! I feel this breaking heart

Beat high against my side!'

From her white arm down sank her head,
She shivering sighed, and died.

THE RECRUITING SERJEANT'S SONG. .

ADIEU! for a while, to the town and its trade!
Adieu! to the meadow and rake!

Our Country, my Boys! calls aloud for our aid;
And shall we that Country forsake?

It never was known, that true hearts like our own From hardships, or hazards, would flinch!

Let our foes then unite! We will shew them, in fight, What Britons can do at a pinch!

A slave may he be! who will not agree
To join with his neighbours, and sing,

'That the brave and the free (such, Britons! are we!) Live but for their Country and King!'

THE BIRKS OF [ENDERMAY OR]

INVERMAY.

THE smiling Morn, the breathing Spring, Invite the tuneful birds to sing;

And while they warble from each spray,
Love melts the universal Lay!

Let us, AMANDA! timely wise,

Like them, improve the hour that flies;
And, in soft raptures, waste the day
Among the Birks of Endermay!

For soon the Winter of the year,
And Age, Life's Winter, will appear!
At this, thy living bloom will fade;
As that will strip the verdant shade!
Our taste of pleasure then is o'er!
The feathered songsters love no more!
And when they droop, and we decay,
Adieu, the Birks of Endermay!

[The lav'rocks now and lintwhites sing! The rocks around with echoes ring! The mavis and the blackbird vie In tuneful strains to glad the day! The woods now wear their summer suits! To mirth all Nature now invites! Let us be blythsome then and gay Among the Birks of Invermay!

'Behold, the hills and vales around,
With lowing herds and flocks abound!
The wanton kids and frisking lambs
Gambol and dance about their dams!
The busy bees, with humming noise,
And all the reptile kind rejoice!
Let us, like them, then sing and play
About the Birks of Invermay!

'Hark! how the waters, as they fall,
Loudly my Love to gladness call!
The wanton waves sport in the beams;
And fishes play throughout the streams!
The circling Sun does now advance;
And all the Planets round him dance!
Let us as jovial be as they
Among the Birks of Invermay !']

A SONG FOR RANELAGH GARDENS.

YE Belles! and ye Flirts! and ye pert Little Things! Who trip in this frolicsome Round,

Pray tell me, From whence this indecency springs,
The Sexes at once to confound?

What means the cocked hat, and the masculine Air;
With each motion designed to perplex?
Bright eyes were intended to languish :-not stare!
And softness, the test of your Sex....

The VENUS, whose statue delights all Mankind,
Shrinks modestly back from the view;

And kindly should seem, by the Artist designed,
To serve as a model for you!

Then learn, with her beauties, to copy her Air;
Nor venture too much to reveal!

Our fancies will paint what you cover with care;
And double each charm you conceal.

The blushes of Morn, and the mildness of May,
Are charms which no art can procure!

O, be but yourselves! and our homage we'll pay;
And your empire is solid and sure!

But if, Amazon-like, you attack your Gallants,
And put us in fear of our lives;

You may do very well for Sisters and Aunts!
But believe me, you'll never be Wives!

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