Affliction's semblance bends not o'er thy tomb,
Affliction's self deplores thy youthful doom.
What though thy sire lament his failing line,
A father's sorrows cannot equal mine!
Though none, like thee, his dying hour will cheer,
Yet, other offspring soothe his anguish here:
But, who with me shall hold thy former place?
Thine image, what new friendship can efface?
Ah, none! a father's tears will cease to flow,
Time will assuage an infant brother's woe;
To all, save one, is consolation known,
While solitary Friendship sighs alone.

1803.

A FRAGMENT.

WHEN, to their airy hall, my Fathers' voice
Shall call my spirit, joyful in their choice;
When, poised upon the gale, my form shall ride,
Or, dark in mist, descend the mountain's side;
Oh! may my shade behold no sculptured urns,
To mark the spot where earth to earth returns :

YOL I.

I.

No lengthen'd scroll, no praise-encumber'd stone;
My epitaph shall be, my name alone:

If that with honour fail to crown my clay,
Oh! may no other fame my deeds repay;
That, only that, shall single out the spot,
By that remember'd, or with that forgot.

THE TEAR.

O lachrymarum fons, tenero sacros
Ducentium ortus ex animo; quater
Felix! in imo qui scatentem
Pectore te, pia Nympha, sensit.

I.

GRAY.

1803.

WHEN Friendship or Love

Our sympathies move;

When Truth, in a glance, should appear;

The lips may beguile,

With a dimple or smile,

But the test of affection's a Tear.

Too oft is a smile

2.

But the hypocrite's wile,

To mask detestation, or fear;
Give me the soft sigh,

Whilst the soul-telling eye

Is dimm'd, for a time, with a Tear.

3.

Mild Charity's glow,

To us mortals below,

Shows the soul from barbarity clear;

Compassion will melt,

Where this virtue is felt,

And its dew is diffused in a Tear.

4.

The man, doom'd to sail

With the blast of the gale,

Through billows Atlantic to steer;
As he bends o'er the wave,

Which

may soon be his grave,

The green sparkles bright with a Tear.

5.

The soldier braves death,

For a fanciful wreath,

In Glory's romantic career;

But he raises the foe,

When in battle laid low,

And bathes every wound with a Tear.

6.

If, with high-bounding pride,
He return to his bride,

Renouncing the gore-crimson'd spear;,

All his toils are repaid,

When, embracing the maid, From her eyelid he kisses the Tear.

7.

Sweet scene of my youth,

Seat of Friendship and Truth,

Where love chased each fast-fleeting year;

Loth to leave thee, I mourn'd,

For a last look I turn'd,

But thy spire was scarce seen through a Tear.

8.

Though my vows I can pour,

To my Mary no more,

My Mary, to Love once so dear;

In the shade of her bower,

I remember the hour,

She rewarded those vows with a Tear.

9.

By another possest,

May she live ever blest,

Her name still my

heart must revere ;

With a sigh I resign,

What I once thought was mine,

And forgive her deceit with a Tear.

10.

Ye friends of my heart,

Ere from you I depart,

This hope to my breast is most near;

If again we shall meet,

In this rural retreat,

May we meet, as we part, with a Tear.