Brought by long habitude from bad to worse, Now Emma, now, the last reflection make, What thou wouldst follow, what thou must forsake: By our ill-omen'd stars, and adverse Heav'n, EMMA. O grief of heart! that our unhappy fates Force thee to suffer what thy honor hates ; Mix thee amongst the bad; or make thee run Too near the paths which virtue bids thee shun. Yet with her Henry still let Emma go; With him abhor the vice, but share the woe; And sure my little heart can never err, Amidst the worst, if Henry still be there. Our outward act is prompted from within; I'll mingle with the people's wretched lee; (If that obstructs my flight) this load of hair. Black soot or yellow walnut shall disgrace This little red and white of Emma's face. These nails with scratches shall deform my breast, Lest by my look or color be express'd Yet in this commerce, under this disguise, HENRY. O wildest thought of an abandon'd mind! Name, habit, parents, woman, left behind! E'en honor dubious, thou preferr'st to go Wild to the woods with me: said Emma so? Or did I dream what Emma never said? O guilty error! and O wretched maid! Whose roving fancy would resolve the same With him, who next should tempt her easy Confess thy frailty, and avow thy sex; EMMA. Are there not poisons, racks, and flames and swords; That Emma thus must die by Henry's words' Yet what could swords or poison, racks or flame, But mangle and disjoint this brittle frame? More fatal Henry's words: they murder Em ma's fame. [tongue, And fall these sayings from that gentle Where civil speech and soft persuasion hung Whose artful sweetness and harmonious strain Courting my grace, yet courting it in vain, Call'd sighs, and tears, and wishes, to its aid; And, whilst it Henry's glowing flame convey'd, Still blam'd the coldness of the Nut-Brown Maid? Let envious jealousy and canker'd spite Produce my actions to severest light, And tax my open day, or secret night. Did e'er my tongue speak my unguarded heart The least inclin'd to play the wanton's part? Did e'er my eye one inward thought reveal, Which angels might not hear, and virgins tell ? And hast thou, Henry, in my conduct known One fault, but that which I must ever own, That I, of all mankind, have loy'd but thee alone? HENRY. Vainly thou talk'st of loving me alone : Each man is man; and all our sex is one. False are our words, and fickle is our mind; Nor in love's ritual can we ever find Vows made to last, or promises to bind. By nature prompted, and for empire made, Alike by strength or cunning we invade : [foe, When arm'd with rage, we march against the We lift the battle-axe, and draw the bow: When, fir'd with passion, we attack the fair, Delusive sighs and brittle vows we bear: Our falsehood and our arms have equal use; As they our conquest or delight produce. The foolish heart thou gav'st, again receive, The only boon departing love can give. To be less wretched, be no longer true; What strives to fly thee why shouldst thou pursue ? Forget thy present flame, indulge a new. Single the loveliest of the am'rous youth: Ask for his vow; but hope not for his truth. The next man (and the next thou shalt believe) Will pawn his gods, intending to deceive; Will kneel, implore, persist, o'ercome, and leave. Hence let thy Cupid aim his arrows right; flight. Why shouldst thou weep? Let Nature judge I saw thee young and fair; pursu'd the chase Of youth and beauty; I another saw Fairer and younger; yielding to the law Of our all-ruling mother, I pursued More youth, more beauty blest vicissitude! My active heart still keeps its pristine flame; The object alter'd, the desire the same. : This younger, fairer, pleads her rightful charms; With present power compels me to her arms. Nor can the wildness of thy wishes err So wide, to hope that thou mayst live with her. Love, well thou know'st, no partnership alCupid averse rejects divided vows: [lows: Then from thy foolish heart, vain maid, re move An useless sorrow, and an ill-starr'd love; And leave me with the fair at large in woods to rove. EMMA. Are we in life through one great error led ? Is each man perjur'd, and each nymph betray'd? Of the superior sex art thou the worst? dead; Rescue my poor remains from vile, neglect ; With frequent eye my sepulchre may see. The well-plac'd basis of my lasting love. Entreats thy pardon, and implores thy love: In me behold the potent Edgar's heir, For she amidst his spacious meadows flows: And thou, my fair, my dove, shalt raise thy thought To greatness next to empire; shall be brought With solemn pomp to my paternal seat; Where peace and plenty on thy word shall wait. Music and song shall wake the marriage-day; And, while the priests accuse the bride's delay, Myrtles and roses shall obstruct her way. Friendship shall still thy evening feasts adorn; And blooming peace shall ever bless thy morn. Hence then for ever from my Emma's breast (That heaven of softness, and that seat of rest), Ye doubts and fears, and all that know to move Tormenting grief, and all that trouble love, Scatter'd by winds recede, and wild in forests rove. EMMA. O day the fairest sure that ever rose Yet tell thy votary, potent queen of love! A false idea, and a fancied pain. [heart, And those, they vow'd, whose lives should imitate These lovers' constancy, should share their The queen of beauty stopp'd her bridled doves; Now Mars, she said, let Fame exalt her to yield; And when, as prudent Saturn shall complete Nor let thy conquests only be her choice: But when she sings great Edward from the field Return'd, the hostile spear and captive shield Doubt shall for ever quit my strengthen'd In Concord's temple hung, and Gallia taught And anxious jealousy's corroding smart ; No other inmate shall inhabit there, But soft Belief, young Joy, and pleasing Care. Hence let the tides of plenty ebb and flow, And Fortune's various gale unheeded blow. If at my feet the suppliant goddess stands, And sheds her treasure with unwearied hands; Her present favor cautious I'll embrace; And not unthankful use the proffer'd grace: If she reclaims the temporary boon, And tries her pinions, flutt'ring to be gone; Secure of mind I'll obviate her intent, And unconcern'd return the goods she lent. Nor happiness can I, nor misery feel, From any turn of her fantastic wheel; Friendship's great laws, and love's superior pow'rs, Must mark the color of my future hours. Grateful and humble grant me to employ While thus the constant pair alternate said, They tumbled all their little quivers o'er, To strike (however rarely) constant hearts, joy ; To sing her favorite Anna's wondrous reign; Let her at least perform what I desire; Renown'd for, truth, let all thy sons appear; Mars smil'd, and bow'd: the Cyprian deity groves, Proclaim with joy those memorable loves : $107. Pleasures of Memory. ROGERS. TWILIGHT's soft dews steal o'er the village green, With magic tints to harmonize the scene. When round the ruins of their ancient oak All, all are fled; yet still I linger here! Whose hollow turret wooes the whistling Once the calm scene of many a simple sport; When nature pleas'd, for life itself was new, And the heart promis'd what the fancy drew. See, thro' the fractur'd pediment reveal'd, Where moss inlays the rudely sculptur'd shield, The martin's old, hereditary nest. Long may the ruin spare its hallow'd guest! As jars the hinge, what sullen echoes call! Oh haste, unfold the hospitable hall! That hall, where once in antiquated state, The chair of justice held the grave debate. Now stain'd with dews, with cobwebs darkly hung, Oft has its roof with peals of rapture rung; When round yon ample board, in due degree, We sweeten'd every meal with social glee. The heart's light laugh pursued the circling jest ; And all was sunshine in each little breast. 'Twas here we chas'd the slipper by the sound; And turn'd the blindfold hero round and round. 'Twas here, at eve, we form'd our fairy ring; And Fancy flutter'd on her wildest wing. Giants and genii chain'd each wondering ear; And orphan-sorrows drew the ready tear. Ye Household Deities! whose guardian eye Mark'd each pure thought, ere register'd on high; Still, still ye walk the consecrated ground, Those muskets, cas'd with venerable rust; Those once-lov'd forms, still breathing thro their dust, Still from the frame, in mould gigantic cast, Starting to life-all whisper of the past! As thro' the garden's desert paths I rove, What fond illusions swarm in every grove! How oft, when purple evening ting'd the west, We watch'd the emmet to her grainy nest; Welcom'd the wild-bee home on weary wing, Laden with sweets, the choicest of the spring! How oft inscrib'd, with Friendship's votive rhyme, The bark now silver'd by the touch of Time; Soar'd in the swing, half pleas'd and half afraid, Thro' sister elms that wav'd their summer shade; Or strew'd with crumbs yon root-inwoven seat, To lure the redbreast from his lone retreat! Childhood's lov'd group revisits every scene; The tangled wood-walk, and the tufted green! Indulgent Memory wakes, and lo, they live! Cloth'd with far softer hues than light can give. Thou first, best friend that heav'n assigns below, To soothe and sweeten all the cares we know; As when in ocean sinks the orb of day, es gray, Just tells the pensive pilgrim where it lay. When the slow dial gave a pause to care. And not the lightest leaf, but trembling teems Down by yon hazel copse, at evening blaz'd The Gipsy's faggot-there we stood and gaz'd; Gaz'd on her sun-burnt face with silent awe, Her tatter'd mantle, and her hood of straw; Her moving lips, her caldron brimming o'er; The drowsy brood that on her back she bore, Imps, in the barn with mousing owlet bred, From rifled roost at nightly revel fed; Whose dark eyes flash'd through locks of blackest shade, [bay'd: When in the breeze the distant watch-dog And heroes fled the Sibyl's mutter'd call, And still, with Heraldry's rich hues imprest, How throbb'd my flutt'ring pulse with hopes Say through the clouds what compass points and fears, To learn the color of my future years! Ah, then, what honest triumph flush'd my This truth once known-To bless is to be 'Twas all he gave, 'twas all he had to give. her flight? [sight. Monarchs have gaz'd, and nations blest the Pile rocks on rocks, bid woods and mountains rise, Eclipse her native shades, her native skies ;'Tis vain! through ether's pathless wilds she goes, And lights at last where all her cares repose. Sweet bird! thy truth shall Harlem's walls And unborn ages consecrate thy nest. [attest, When with the silent energy of grief, With looks that ask'd, yet dar'd not hope relief, [clung, Want, with her babes, round generous valor To wring the slow surrender from his tongue, [farewell! 'Twas thine to animate her closing eye: The church-clock strikes! ye tender scenes Alas! 'twas thine perchance the first to die, It calls me hence, beneath their shade to trace Crush'd by her meagre hand, when welcom'd The few fond lines that Time may soon efface. from the sky. On yon gray stone that fronts the chanceldoor, Worn smooth by busy feet now seen no more, Alas! unconscious of the kindred earth, 108. From the Same. OFT has the aged tenant of the vale And doubts and terrors vanish'd from his mind. more, His faithful dog shall tell his joy to each, The wanton insults of unfeeling mirth; 109. From the Same. WHEN the blithe son of Savoy, roving round But can her smile with gloomy madness Say, can she chase the horrors of his cell? There in the dust the wreck of Genius lies! These, when to guard misfortune's sacred Go spring the mine of elevated thought. veys The wreaths of conquest, or the vows of love? The good and fair her faultless line portrays; VOL, V. Nos. 79 & 80. X |