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• And be it likewise on our mind impress d,
They pass for persons happy and at rest ; “ Their love by Hymen crown'd, and all their prospects
“ Love has slow death and sudden: wretches prove “ That fate severe—the sudden death of love; “ It is as if, on day serenely bright, oc Came with its horrors instantaneous night; “ Others there are with whom love dies away
In gradual waste and unperceived decay; « Such is that death of love that nature finds 6. Most fitted for the use of common minds, “ The natural death; but doubtless there are some “ Who struggle hard when they perceive it come; “ Loth to be loved no longer, loth to prove “ To the once dear that they no longer love; “ And some with not successless arts will strive “ To keep the weak’ning, fluttering flame alive. • But see my verse; in this I try to paint “ The passion failing, fading to complaint, “ The gathering grief for joys reinember'd yet, • The vain remonstrance, and the weak regret :
“ First speaks the wife in sorrow, she is grieved “ T'admit the truth, and would be still deceived."
HENRY AND EMMA.
E. Well, my good sir, I shall contend no more; But, O! the vows you made, the oaths you swore
H. To love you always :
-I confess it true;
E. Yes, sir, obedience I profess'd; I know My debt, and wish to pay you all I owe, Pay without murmur; but that vow was made To you, who said it never should be paid ;Now truly tell me why you took such care To make me err? I ask'd you not to swear, But rather hoped you would my mind direct, And say, when married, what you would expect.
You may remember—it is not so long
I told you then-you recollect, I told
truth—that humour would not hold;
Do you remember how you used to hang
Yes, surely; and then why The needless truths ? do I the facts deny? For this remonstrance I can see no need, Or this impatience-if you do, proceed.
E. O! that is now so cool, and with a smile That sharpens insult-I detest the style; And, now I talk of styles, with what delight You read my lines – I then, it seems, could write: In short, when I was present, you could see But one dear object, and you lived for me; And now, sir, what your pleasure? Let me dress, Sing, speak, or write, and you your sense express
Of my poor taste-my words are not correct;
H. I own it not; but if a truth it be, It is the fault of nature, not of me. Remember you, my love, the fairy tale, Where the young pairs were spell-bound in the vale ? When all around them gay or glorious seem'd, And of bright views and ceaseless joys they dream'd; Young love and infant life no more could giveThey said but half, when they exclaim'd, “We live!" All was so light, so lovely, so serene, And not a trouble to be heard or seen; Till, melting into truth, the vision fled, And there came miry roads and thorny ways instead.
Such was our fate, my charmer! we were found
That pure enjoyment of the soul-0! weak
Nor they alone were charming; by that light
You went the church-way walk, you reach'd the farm,
Yet no deceit or falsehood stain'd