Just then she reach'd with trembling step, Her aged mother's door "He's gone!" she cried; " and I shall see That angel-face no more. "I feel, I feel this breaking heart Beat high against my side—” From her white arm down sunk her head; 90 95 MALLET. CRAZY JANE. OCCASIONED BY A LADY'S BEING ALARMED AT A WHY, fair maid, in every feature With such terror fill thy breast ? Trust me, sweet, thy fears are vain: Not for kingdoms would I harm thee; Shun not then poor Crazy Jane. Dost thou weep to see my anguish ? Mark me, and avoid my woe; When men flatter, sigh, and languish, Think them false; I found them so; For I loved; Oh! so sincerely None could ever love again; But the youth I loved so dearly, Stole the wits of Crazy Jane. Fondly my young heart received him, Which was doom'd to love but one; 5 10 15 He sigh'd, he vow'd, and I believed him; He was false, and I undone. 20 From that hour has Reason never Held her empire o'er my brain; Now forlorn and broken-hearted, Cries, "God help thee, Crazy Jane!" LEWIS. THE NEGRO'S COMPLAINT. FORCED from home and all its pleasures, To increase the stranger's treasures, Men from England bought and sold me, But, though slave they have enroll'd me, Still in thought as free as ever, What are England's rights, I ask, Me from my delights to sever, Fleecy locks and black complexion 25 30 5 10 20 Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters, iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweet your cane affords. Is there, as ye sometimes tell us, Is there One who reigns on high? Speaking from His throne, the sky ? Hark! He answers-wild tornadoes, Afric's sons should undergo, Fix'd their tyrants' habitations Where His whirlwinds answer -No. 40 By our blood in Afric wasted, Ere our necks received the chain; By the miseries that we tasted, Crossing, in your barks, the main; THE ROSE. By our sufferings, since ye brought us Deem our nation brutes no longer, Till some reason ye shall find COWPER. 55 THE ROSE. THE rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a shower, Which Mary to Anna convey'd ; The plentiful moisture encumber'd the flower And weigh'd down its beautiful head. The cup was all fill'd, and the leaves were all wet, 5 To weep for the buds it had left with regret I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd, "And such," I exclaim'd, "is the pitiless part 10 15 "This elegant rose, had I shaken it less, Might have bloom'd with its owner awhile; And the tear, that is wiped with a little address, May be follow'd, perhaps, by a smile." COWPER. THE BEGGAR'S PETITION. PITY the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door, Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span; Oh! give relief; and Heaven will bless your store. These tatter'd clothes my poverty bespeak, These hoary locks proclaim my lengthen'd years: And many a furrow in my grief-worn cheek Has been a channel to a flood of tears. 5 my road; 10 Yon house, erected on the rising ground, A pamper'd menial drove me from the door, 15 Oh! take me to your hospitable dome; Keen blows the wind, and piercing is the cold: Short is my passage to the friendly tomb, For I am poor and miserably old. Should I reveal the sources of my grief, If soft humanity e'er touch'd your breast, Your hands would not withhold the kind relief, And tears of pity would not be represt. 20 |