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ny MRS. HEMANs. Why do weep9--to leave. the Vine, Whose clusters o'er me bend, The myrtle-yet, o, call 1t mine! The flowers love. to tend A thousand thoughts of all things oear, Like shadows 0 CT me sweep, leave my sunny childhood here, Oh, therefore let me weep I leave thee, sister-we have play'd Through many q joyous hour, When the silvery green of the olive shade Hung dim O Ger the fonnt and the bower Yes thou and l, by stream, by shore, In song, in prayer, in sleep, Have been as we may be no more Sweet sister let me weep: I leave thee, father !-Eve's bright moon Must now tight other feet, With the gather'd grapes and Tyre in tune. The homeward steps to greet! Thou in whose voice, to bless thy child, Lay tones of love SC deep, Whose eye o'er all my youth hath smil'd, leave thee ! let me weep! Mother Ilcave thee .---on thy heart Pouring tjoy and woe, I have found that holy place of rest Still Still chang esiEifsf1gei eiess-yet go Lips that have luli'd me with your straln, Eyes that have watch d my sleep Will earth give loue like yours again Kind mother let me weep