"He left me-left his fifter too, "Yet tears bedew'd his face"What could a feeble old man do?"He burft from my embrace. "O thirft of glory, fatal flame? "O laurels dearly bought! "Yet fweet is death when earn'd with fame"So virtuous EDWY thought. "Full manfully the brave boy ftrove, "Tho' preffing ranks oppofe; "But weak the ftrongeft arm must prove Against an hoft of foes. 66 "A deadly wound my fon receives, "A fpear affails his fide : "Grief does not kill-for ARDOLPH lives "To tell that EDWY died. "His long lov'd mother died again "I would have died-I fought to die; "But Heaven reftrain'd the thought, "And to my paffion clouded eye "My helpless BIRTHA brought. "When lo! array'd in robes of light, "A nymph celeftial came; "She clear'd the mifts that dimm'd my fight"RELIGION was her name. "She prov'd the chastisement divine, "And bade me kifs the rod; "She taught this rebel heart of mine "Submiffion to its God. RELIGION taught me to fuftain "What nature bad me feel; "And piety reliev'd the pain "Which time can never heal. He ceas'd-with forrow and delight Then weeping cries " Thou noble Knight "O ARDOLPH, might I dare afpire "My trembling tongue its aid denies ; Thy beauteous BIRTHA!" "How could I e'er repine," "Gracious Power, Cries ARDOLPH, "fince I fee this hour? "YesBIRTHA fhall be thine." A little tranfient gleam of red Shot faintly o'er her face, And every trembling feature spread The tender father kindly fmil'd And fondly eyed his darling child, O then to paint the vaft delight But every kind and gracious foul, The more the Knight his BIRTHA knew, The more he priz'd the maid; Some worth each day produc'd to view, each hour betray'd. Some grace The virgin too was fond to charm Unlike the dames of modern days, The ardour of young ELDRED's flame And oft he prefs'd the maid to name The fond impatience of his breaft But the his eager fuit repreft When oft Sir ELDRED prefs'd the day "It little recks the woes which wait "To fcare its dreams of joy, "Nor thinks to-morrow's alter'd fate "And tho' the flatterer, Hope, deceives, "So look'd my bride, fo fweetly mild, "On me her beauty's flave; "But whilft fhe look'd, and whilft fhe fmil'd, "She funk into the grave. "Yet, O forgive an old man's care, ་་ Forgive a father's zeal : "Who fondly loves muft greatly fear, "Who fears muft greatly feel. "Once more in foft and facred bands Shall Love and Hymen meet; "To-morrow shall unite your hands, "And-be your blifs complete !" The rifing fun inflam'd the sky, The Prieft, in milk-white veftments clad, How feeble language were to speak That fir'd Sir ELDRED's ardent cheek, Sir ARDOLPH's pleasure stood confest, The guarded rapture of a breast 'Twas fuch a fober sense of joy As Angels well might keep; A joy chaftis'd by piety, A joy prepar'd to weep. To recollect her scatter'd thought, |