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10
Oh! Deign my careless steps to guide, To some dark mountains rocky side, Where high and wildly tangled steep, Hangs in the bosom of the deep; While the far Forests deepen'd gloom, Half veils the [?] silver Moon. Then mayst Thou tune thy mournful lyre, And ring the Songs thy woes inspire, Soft soothing to the passive heart, Till "broad eyed day" shall bid us part.-
1795
Sweet is the breath of vernal Morn:, Her rosy face wash'd in fresh showers, O'er hills of fragrant heather borne, To fair Aurora's earliest flowers.-
Sweet is sad Philomela's song, Soft floating on the evening breeze, By woodland echo borne along, The lovelorn [princess?] [?] to please.
11r
11
Sweet is the Moons bright silver ray, Wild dancing on the trembling deep; Yet sweeter for thy soothing Say, Which bids the Wretch forget to weep.
Epitaph
Beneath this stone, in silence here, Sad Eloise is laid: Shou'd Friendship deign to drop a tear, 'Twill soothe her pensive share.-
1795
See o'er the deep the gallant Vessel glides, Fair smiles the moon, still'd is each stormy wind, Light breezes waft her down a favoring tide, And leave her lessening native shores behind.
Hope charms the wand'ring Mariner to roam, At her command he tempts the treacherous wave, No more perhaps to find his humble home, No more perhaps to shun an early grave.
