{"newspaper_name": "The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware advertiser.", "edition": "01", "page": "p4", "byline": ""}
Inc storm IS pass d-the adverse winds nc


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Repel his efforts to regain the shore.
Wlng'd with Despair, he rushes to the spot
Where late he left her in his happy COT
Bat wife nor cot now bless his anxious eyes
An, all in one sad ruin mingled lies.
Speechless the miserable maniac stands,
Extending Heav'nwards his implorng hands,
With vacant gaze regards the horrd heap
Of slnould'ring ruins-but he cannot weep;-
His heart rejects the desolatng truth
Th~ she, so lately gay in health and youth,
SO fair, so pure, so lovely and so lov'd.
She whose affections he so often prov'd,
Is ost--fore yer lost!-her beauteous form!
Scstterd in ashes BY the ruthless storm!
Thus on some leafess banch or rugged stone
Sits the sad eagle, desolate and lone,
Cazes intently on the fatal spot


Where bis mate perish'dby the recent shot,
Throws his far-darting eye across the heath,
vainly expecting her return from death.