For the Wiln,ingtonian.
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All! what can pain the generous bosom more,
Or, what distract the tender heart of peace,
Than when fate doc MS to leave a happy shore
Oh! when the Joys of former days must cease
Such, Lady, arc the pangs, which now know,
Doom'd to desert this peaceful scene so fair,
And sail along lifes gloomy tide of woe,


To land--ah! can mortal tell me wheret
Perhaps Columbia's wild and dreary cline,
MY luckless feet may tread in ansllsli'd pain;
Or, DER the craggy mountains, more sublime,
shall recede, to meet thee ne'cr again.
Perhaps the rolling biiTmcs may divide


For on the spray my hopes and joys be lost;
Or, may sink beneath the trackless tide,


Uaheard Of mre-nor by the pillows tost.
Or, mayhap, I, upon foreiga land,


MAY think on HER, on earth meet no more
OH there, methinks with folded arms stand,
And sigh distracted for my native shore.
Alas! fair -, fancy cannot tell,


Where shall mourn, perhaps, an abject lot
When have bade, to THEE, the lust farewell,
And my remembrance shall have been for


got.


Tet still will thought on thy perfections dwell,
And all thy virtues be reca'd to mind
Blest mem'ry oft, in joy, of thee shall tell
And call thee such as shall nerer find
And Wilmington shall long be dear to me,
Insweet remembrance. -, OF thyself,
When long the Minstrel is forgot by taee.
And sorrow takes possession Of myself.
Dear -, pardon what here effusc;


Nor wound me deeper with aihction's dart.
write NOT now tie Mougticss 10 amuse,
But unto THEE, the maid of vTtuous heart.
And sure thou wilt not scorsn the Darfiae lay
Of him, whose bossn throbs with pain, to


go:


oh! no; the "still small voicc"is heard to say,
eShe sighs to view thy bosom SINK in woe.'
All! soon, Afar the Minstrel takes his Light,
Or finds despair upon boundess sed-
Yet, in my joy, or grief, or day. or night,
Ine'er shall cease to think on lore and thee.


WILMINGTON MINSTREL.