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"Why are you crying thus;" said I, "While others laugh and shout with joy?” She kissed me and, with such a sigh! She called me her poor ORPHAN BOY.
"What is an Orphan Boy?" I cried,
As in her face I look'd and smil'd; My mother through her tears replied,
"You'll know too soon, ill fated child!” And now they've tolled my mother's knell, And I'm no more a parent's joy, O lady, I have learnt too well What 'tis to be an ORPHAN BOY.
Oh! were I by your bounty fed!
The sailor's Orphan Boy has pride.
THE CHILD OF SORROW'S TALE.
Deny, but do not taunt a maid
Who never scorn, with scorn repays;
Before I told my twentieth year—
I ne'er could frame the harsh reply,
All my remembrance was-A TEAR.
And I have known the slanderer's tongue
Though mournful, mild was my complaint.
And I was forc'd by cruel power
To leave the scenes I held most dear;
O! 'twas indeed a trying hour!
Yet all my language was-A TEAR.
And I bave known the youth I lov'd
And smiling boast that he was free!
No-no;-I COULD not shed a-TEAR.
Ah! full was then my cup of grief—
A beggar now,
A small, a trifling, boon at most. Still can you chide me from your door? Ah, no! your looks compassion wearSo large a gift!-Oh! WORDS were poorI thank, I bless you in-A TEAR
The sea-gull wheel'd in circles low,
The evening blast began to blow,
Up the steep clift's rifted side.
În broken foam, the white surge drove,
With haggard eyes, and locks unbound,
Stood MARY-once the fairest maid-
Down on the crumbling rock she kneel'd,
"O! golden pledge of early love!
"Thou promise of connubial bliss!
Upbraid me not!"-she cried-" nor prove "How ill this soul sustains distress.
"Whene'er thy glittering form I view,
My heart reproaches me and cries"Could'st thou forget a spouse so true, "Who first conferr'd this hallow'd prize?
"And ere soft April's dewy hand
"Had twice bestrew'd with flow'rs his grave "Submit thee to seduction's bland
"The dupe of vice, and passion's slave!
"Accurst by heav'n, and woman kind, "For ever be that traitor vile,
Who turn'd from innocence my mind, "And dar'd my easy faith beguile!
«O! golden pledge of happier times!
Thou promise sweet of wedded blissNo more reproach me with my crimes, Nor aggravate my soul's distress!
Now dear, belov'd, dishonour'd pledge!
That gazers o'er this fearful ridge,
Might learn, from thee, that I am gone!
"Here witness thou how MARY fell,
"To expiate her foul disgrace;
"And soon to her Betrayer tell
"The tale that time shall ne'er efface!"
She clasp'd her hands—she rais'd her eyes;
No hope remain'd-no help was near!
Down-down she plung'd-the dashing wave