XVIII.

We were the happiest pair of human kind!
The rolling year its varying courfe perform'd
And back return'd again ;
Another and another smiling came,
And faw our happiness unchang'd remain ;
Still in her golden chain

Harmonious Concord did our wishes bind;
Our ftudies, pleafures, tafte, the fame.
O fatal, fatal stroke.

That all this pleafing fabric Love had rais'd
Of rare felicity,

On which ev'n wanton Vice with envy gaz'd,
And every scheme of blifs our hearts had form'd
With foothing hope, for many a future day,
In one fad moment broke !

Yet O my foul, thy rifing murmurs ftay,
Nor dare th' all wife Disposer to arraign,
Or against his fupreme decree

With impious grief complain.

That all thy full-blown joys at once fhould fade Was his moft righteous will, and be that will obey'd.

XIX.

Would thy fond love his grace to her controul,
And in thefe low abodes of fin and pain

Her pure, exalted foul
Unjustly for thy partial good detain ?
No-rather strive thy grov'ling mind to raise
Up to that unclouded blaze,

That heav'nly radiance of eternal light,
In which enthron'd she now with pity fees
How frail, how infecure, how flight,
Is every mortal blifs;

Ev'n love itfelf if rifing by degrees

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Beyond the bounds of this imperfect state, Whofe fleeting joys fo foon muft end, It does not too its fov'reign Good afcend. Rife then, my foul, with hope elate, And feek thofe regions of ferene delight, Whofe peaceful path and ever open gate Nor feet but thofe of harden'd guilt shall mifs. There death himfelf thy Lucy fhall reftore, There yield up all his pow'r ne'er to divide us more.

VERSES

Making PART of an

EPITAPH on the fame LADY.

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By the Same.

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ADE to engage all hearts, and charm all eyes; Tho' meek, magnanimous, tho' witty, wife; Polite, as all her life in courts had been ; Yet good, as fhe the world had never feen The noble fire of an exalted mind, With gentle female tenderness combin'd. Her Speech was the melodious voice of Love, Her Song the warbling of the vernal Grove; Her Eloquence was fweeter than her Song, Soft as her Heart, and as her Reason strong; Her Form each beauty of her mind exprefs'd, Her Mind was Virtue by the Graces drefs'd.

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OUD howls the ftorm! the vex'd Atlantic roars!

Thy Genius, Britain, wanders on its shores !
Hears cries of horror wafted from afar,

And groans of Anguish, mid the shrieks of War!
Hears the deep curfes of the Great and Brave,
Sigh in the wind, and murmur on the wave!
O'er his damp brow the fable crape he binds,
And throws his victor garland to the winds;
Bids haggard Winter in the drear fojourn,
Tear the dim foliage from her drizzling urn;

* Victor garland.-Alluding to the conqueft by Lord Cornwallis.

With fickly yew unfragrant cypress twine,
And hang the dusky wreath round Honour's fhrine.
Bids fteel-clad Valour chace that dove-like Bride,
Enfeebling Mercy, from his awful side;

Where long the fat and check'd the ardent rein,
As whirl'd his chariot o'er th' embattled plain;
Gilded with funny fmile her April tear,

Rais'd her white arm, and ftay'd th' uplifted fpear;
Then, in her place, bids Vengeance mount the car,
And glut with gore th' infatiate Dogs of War !--
With one pale hand the bloody fcroll he rears,
And bids his Nations blot it with their tears;
And one, extended o'er th' Atlantic wave,
Points to his Andre's ignominious grave!

And fhall the Mufe, that marks the folemn fcene,
"As bufy Fancy lifts the veil between,"
Refuse to mingle in the awful train,

Nor breathe, with glowing zeal the votive strain!
From public fame fhail admiration fire
The boldet numbers of her raptur'd lyre

To hymn a Stranger?—and with ardent lay
Lead the wild mourner round her Cook's morai ;
While Andre fades upon his dreary bier
And Julia's only tribute is her tear?
Dear, lovely Youth whofe gentle virtues stole
Thro' Friendship's foftning medium on her foul!
Ah no!-with every ftrong refiftlefs plea,
Rife the recorded days fhe paft with thee,
While each dim fhadow of o'er-whelming Years,
With glance reverted Eagle-memory clears.

*Bloody fcroll.-The Court-Martial decree, figned at Tappan, for Major Andre's execution.

Julia. The name by which Mr. Andre addrefs'd the Author in his correfpondence with her.