In lasting characters its sacred name;
They feel compassion is a virtuous grief,
Whose tears embellish more than beauty's smile :
Which, while they heal the lacerated breast,
Inspire its prayer (approving heaven receives)
To bless the generous source from whence they
flow.

THE FAREWEL.

"TIS past, the dread moment to anguish devoted, It chilled my sad heart like a death-sounding

knell ;

When she, on whose image that heart fondly doated, Exchanged a last look, and a tender farewel.

How vainly I wished, thus divided forever, (Like the mariner destined a wreck to deplore) That severely indulgent remembrance might

never,

The form of its loved and lost object restore.

Oh why should I cherish the fleeting impression, Since painfully sure it must now be my all; Though reason bids soar above languid depression,

And strive to efface what it cannot recal.

Are these the resolves of unchanging affection?

No, rather thy image shall absence beguile; And thou too, perhaps, mayst with soft recollection, Bestow on my sorrows a pitying smile.

LAURA.

PENSIVE droops each humid flower,
Closed by evening's chilly dews,
Till the morn's reviving power

Smiles on their unfolding hues :
Then in brighter lustre glowing,
Nature drops her dewy veil ;
Then each lavished grace bestowing,
Doubly scents the fragrant gale.

But when darkening clouds of sorrow, O'er youth's sunshine spreads a gloom; Never shall arise a morrow,

To revive its faded bloom.

Will the opening bud spring fresher,
Storm-struck from its verdant stem?
Can the heart resist grief's pressure,

Rifled of its dearest gem?

Such the bud of maidens fairest,
Once could Laura's village own;
Such the gem, to her the dearest,
Then her favored Edwin shone.
But in vain love's soft attraction,
In their youthful bosoms grew;
She deplored, in wild distraction,
Him whom civil discord slew.

'Twas while drifted snows descending, O'er the withered landscape spread; Lightly with the rude thatch blending, Tufted every peasant's shed. Industry from toil reposing,

Now enjoyed the social chat; Round their chearful fires closing, Many a village circle sat.

Hapless Laura, wildly straying,

Heeded not the nipping blast;
Carelessly the mirth surveying
Of each cottage as she past:
Madness held her powers of reason,
In its fierce and cruel spell ;

She regarded time nor season,
She had bade the world farewel!