Thou woulds't not leave that Throne of Love, Thy EMMA, oh that I could say, My EMMA's voice would bid thee stay; Yet, shouldst thou 'scape, her song would lure Back to his cage, that song to learn, Too happy Bird, ah would she deign Ah wouldst thou, perch'd beside her ear, Too happy Bird, ah swell thy throat, To EMMA's ear attune the note, 1794. And Love, kind Love, shall bless thy lays! *Two Songs in "the Mountaineers," which the Lady was in the habit of playing. WANDERING MARY. BLEAK blows the storm upon that breast Where I may slumber 'till to-morrow. Is all that's left to Wand'ring Mary! Bright shone our blythesome bridal hour, While I of bliss was fondly dreaming: I wept-I kneel'd—he would not tarry- Alas! how shall I speak the rest, The grief that's in my bosom burning? The cold clay clothes his bloody breast! And can you blame his Mary's mourning? Nor house, nor home, nor friend have I, Except this babe, my pledge of Harry; And famine dims his infant eye, That us'd to glad the mournful Mary. No thief am I, as some alledge, Though sore hath cold and hunger try'd me; I pluck the haw-berry from the hedge, When human aid is oft denied me. But hush, my babe! though large the load Of woes that we are doom'd to carry, Within some cold grave's bleak abode, You'll sweetly sleep, with Wand'ring Mary! CROWNS of oak and laurel bring, Hail the Chiefs, the Patriots hail, Children join a nation's voice, Crowns of oak and myrtle bring, Songs of triumph, songs of praise. *From the Corsicans, an unfinished Play, by C. Leftly, Esq. ELEGY *. ADDRESSED TO CORNET V IN THE YEAR 1765. (NOW GENERAL V—} BY ANNA SEWARD. ERE yet thou seek'st Ierne's jocund shore, Confess thy Julia must the fate deplore, Ting'd with no blush, she boasts herself thy friend, * This Elegy was written in the Author's early youth. A Friend lately told her, that she saw it in a Worcester Newspaper, some time back, and that it was there given as the composition of a Miss Te, then residing in that town. Its real author recollects having permitted Miss T's mother to take a copy of these stanzas. It is thus that the permission of transcript is often abused. A. S. 1802. In the last volume this Elegy, from a part of the MS. being unfortunately mislaid, was printed in a mutilated manner: the last four stanzas were omitted. They were afterwards printed, and given to the purchasers of the volume; but as many persons may not have received them, the Editor thinks it an act of justice which he owes to Miss Seward to give to the Public a correct copy of the Elegy. While youth, and bloom, and dignity combine, To manly grace attempering softness join, While glows thy mind with Sense, and Fancy's boon, Love's fairy visions, for a while are gay, Then follow a long train of secret woes, Yes, bleed it must, and bleed at every vein, If my presaging soul aright divine, No wreaths of amaranth he twines for me, |