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When o'er each babe you look a last adieu,

And gaze on Innocence that smiles asleep, Shall no fond feeling beat, to Nature true,

Charm thee to pensive thought....and bid thee weep

When the young suppliants clasp their Parent dear,

Heave the deep sob, and pour the artless prayer..... Aye! thou shalt melt;....and many a heart-shed tear

Gush o'er the harden'd features of despair!

Nature shall throb in ev'ry tender string.....

Thy trembling heart the ruffian's task deny..... Thy horror-smitten hands afar shall fling

The blade, undrench'd in blood's eternal dye!


Hallow'd Earth! with indignation

Mark, oh, mark the murd'rous deed!


of wide Creation Watch the damned parricide!

Yet, ere Colchia's rugged daughter

Perpetrate the dire design,
And consign to kindred slaughter

Children of thy golden line!

Shall the hand with murder gory

Cause immortal blood to flow? Sun of Heaven!...array'd in glory

Rise....forbid...avert the blow!...........

In the vales of placid gladness

Let no rueful maniac range; Chase afar the fiend of madness,

Wrest the dagger from Revenge!

Say, hast thou, with kind protection,

Reard thy smiling race in vain; Fost'ring Nature's fond affection,

Tender cares, and pleasing pain?

Hast thou, on the troubled ocean,

Brav'd the tempest loud and strong, Where the waves, in wild commotion,

Roar Cyanean rocks among?

Didst thou roam the paths of danger,

Hymenean joys to prove? Spare, O sanguinary stranger,

Pledges of thy sacred love!

Shall not Heaven, with indignation,

Watch thee o'er the barb'rous deed?

Shalt thou cleanse, with expiation,

Monstrous, murd'rous, parricide?




Hark! from the battlements of yonder tower*
The solemn bell has tolld the midnight hour!
Rous'd from drear visions of distemper'd sleep,
Poor B.........k solitude to weep!
“ Cease, Mem’ry, cease (the friendless mourner

To probe the bosom too severely tried!
Oh! ever cease, my pensive thoughts, to stray
Through the bright fields of Fortune's better day:
When youthful Hope, the music of the mind,
Tun'd all its charms, and E.........n was kind!

“ Yet, can I cease, while glows this trembling frame In sighs to speak thy melancholy name! I hear thy spirit wail in every storm! In midnight shades I view thy passing form!

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* Warwick Castle.

Pale as in that sad hour, when doom'd to feel,
Deep in thy perjur'd heart the bloody steel!

“ Demons of Vengeance! ye at whose command I grasp'd the sword with more than woman's hand, Say ye, did Pity's trembling voice controul,

Or horror damp the purpose of my soul? · No! my wild heart sat smiling o'er the plan, 'Till Hate fulfill'd what baffled Love began!

“ Yes; let the clay-cold breast, that never knew One tender pang to generous Nature true, Half-mingling pity with the gall of scorn, Condemn this heart that bled in love forlorn!

“Andye,proud fair, whose souls no gladness warms, Save Rapture's homage to your conscious charms! Delighted idols of a gaudy train! Ill can your blunter feelings guess the pain, When the fond faithful heart, inspir’d to prove Friendship refin'd, the calm delights of love, Feels all its tender strings with anguish torn, And bleeds at perjur'd Pride's inhuman scorn!

“Say, then, did pitying Heav'n condemn the deed, When Vengeance bade thee, faithless lover! bleed? Long had I watch'd thy dark foreboding brow, What time thy bosom scorn'd its dearest vow!

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