Too well the love-lorn maiden knew The folemn boding found: By a false heart, and broken vows, Was I to blame, because his bride Ah Colin! give not her thy vows, Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kifs, But know, fond maid, and know, falfe man, Then bear my corse, ye comrades dear, This bridegroom blithe to meet; He in his wedding trim so gay, I in my winding-sheet." She spoke, the dy'd; her corfe was borne, The bridegroom blithe to meet, Then what were perjur'd Colin's thoughts? The bride-men flock'd round Lucy dead, Compaffion, fhame, remorfe, defpair, At once his bofom fwell : The damps of death bedew'd his brow; When, ftretch'd befide her rival's corfe, In the fame mould, beneath one fod, Oft, at this place, the conftant hind, And plighted maid are feen; With garlands gay, and true-love knots, And fear to meet him there. EDWIN AND EM M A. FA AR in the windings of a vale, The fafe retreat of health and peace, There beauteous EMMA flourish'd fair Beneath a mother's eye, The foftest blush that nature spreads Such orient colour fmiles thro' heav'n Nor let the pride of great ones fcorn That fun which bids their diamond blaze, To deck our lily deigns. Long had the fir'd each youth with love, Each maiden with despair; And tho' by all a wonder own'd, Yet knew not fhe was fair: Till EDWIN came, the pride of fwains, And from whofe eyes ferenely mild, A mutual flame was quickly caught, What happy hours of heartfelt blifs But blifs too mighty long to laft, His fifter, who like Envy form'd, To work them harm, with wicked skill Each darker art employ'd. The The father too, a fordid man, Who love nor pity knew, Long had he feen their mutual flame, In EDWIN's gentle heart a war Deny'd her fight, he oft behind Oft too in Stanemore's wintry waste, In fighs to pour his foften'd foul |