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Or, should she strike the sounding Tyre,
Believe, fair maid, the song is thine.
But should a strain strike on thy car,
Of Ofmelody, still more rciin'd,
The notes which thou shalt deign to hear,
Shall sing the beauties of thy mind.
Had the rose, which on thy check
Blooms in its bed fheav' 'n-born hue,
To grace my song of virtue meek
/ then might bid TO nounr, adieu.
Had 1.-THE light which in thine eye,
Beams thro' soul Of angel grace,
My feeble pen could not deny,


The charms of her I--prizc, 20 trace
Had some Milton's glowing fire;
Some Thomson's pure, unsulli'd art;
Some ovid's bold and thrilling Tyre,
then might hope to win thy heart
One smile upon thy beauteous face;
One glance from that nigrescent eye,
Would cy'ry care and doubt erase,
And bid young HOPE, aspiring fly!
And sure, thou can'st not scorn that flame,
Which in Elysan fields hath shone--
Which had in Eden first a name.
No-thou hast gaa'd upon its throne
But dark Despair still bids me, know,


Thy bosom never throbb'd for me;
! That thou wilt never Kindness show
Yet ah! still will bow to thee.
5 heart where virtue ever glows,


/ still adore-tho' loves warm ray
Shall ns'e 'er illumc those darkline woes


Which cloud the brilliance Of youths day.
Tho deaths cold night should on me steal'
And o'cr the fountain of life, move,
One boon ask-thot boon, to feel


The fuNpossession ofrnr fosc.


WILLIAM
Wilmington; April 5th 1925.