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Shall steep me in Elyfian reverie,
A momentary dream, that thou art she.
My mother! when I learn'd that thou waft dead, Say, waft thou confcious of the tears I fhed? Hover'd thy fpirit o'er thy forrowing fon, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'ft me, though unfeen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if fouls can weep in blifsAh that maternal fmile! it answers-Yes. I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day, I faw the hearfe that bore thee flow away, And, turning from my nurs'ry window, drew A long, long figh, and wept a laft adieu! But was it fuch? It was.-Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a found unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting found fhall pass my lips no more! Thy maidens griev'd themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of a quick return. What ardently I wifh'd, I long believ'd, And, disappointed still, was still deceiv'd; By disappointment every day beguil'd, Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a fad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my ftock of infant forrows spent, I learn'd at laft fubmiffion to my lot, But, though I lefs deplor'd thee, ne'er forgot.
Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurs❜ry floor; And where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to fchool along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt In fcarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once we call'd the past'ral house our own. Short-liv'd poffeffion! but the record fair, That mem'ry keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm that has effac'd A thousand other themes lefs deeply trac' Thy nightly vifits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me fafe and warmly laid; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home,
The bifcuit or confectionary plum;
The fragrant waters on my
By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glow'd:
Perhaps a frail memorial, but fincere,
Not fcorn'd in heaven, though little notic'd here.
I prick'd them into paper with a pin,
(And thou waft happier than myself the while,
Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coaft
So thou, with fails how swift! haft reach'd the shore "Where tempefts never beat nor billows roar*,
And thy lov'd confort on the dang'rous tide
And now, farewell-time, unrevok'd, has run
And, while the wings of fancy ftill are free,
Thyfelf removed, thy power to foothe me left.
SHOWING HOW HE WENT FARTHER THAN HE
JOHN GILPIN was a citizen
Of credit and renown,
John Gilpin's fpoufe faid to her dear
These twice ten tedious years, yet we