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« Why are you crying thus;" said I,
“ While others laugh and shout with joy?"? She kissed me--and, with such a sigh!
She called me her poor ORPHAN BOY.
« What is an Orphan Boy?" I cried,
As in her face I look'd and smil'd; My mother through her tears replied,
“You'll know too soon, ill fated child !” And now they've tolled my mother's knell,
And I'm no more a parent's joy, O lady,—I have learnt too well
What 'tis to be an ORPHAN BOY.
Oh! were I by your bounty fed !
Nay, gentle lady, do not chide,Trust me I mean to earn my bread;
The sailor's Orphan Boy has pride. Lady, you weep!-Ha?-this to me?
You'll give me clothing, food, employ?--Look down, dear parents ! look, and see
Your happy, happy ORPHAN BOY.
THE CHILD OF SORROW'S TALE.
Deny, but do not taunt a maid
Who never scorn, with scorn repays; Proud man, though now I ask your aid,
Mine once, alas! were happier days. But sorrow mark'd me for her own
Before I told my twentieth yearYet when my friends began to frown,
I but reproach'd tl em with--A TEAR.
I ne'er could frame the harsh reply,
The look unkind by feeling fear'd, E'en when I inet disdain's cold eye,
E'en when I cruel language heard. I've seen my friend, my earliest friend,
Refuse my tale of woe to hear; Yet still unwilling to offend,
All my remembrance was--A TEAR.
And I have known the slanderer's tongue
My fame with vile dishonour taint, Yet on my lips, no curses hung,
Though mournful, mild was my complaint. And I was forc'd by cruel power
To lcave the scenes I held most dear; 0! 'twas indeed a trying hour!
Yet all my language was—A TEAR.
And I bave known the youth I lov'd
Retract the vows he swore to me, Behold my pallid cheek unmov’d,
And smiling boast that he was free! Yet I was calm—and (hour of dread!)
I saw him woo a maid more dearBut I was mute, I only shed
No--no ;-I COULD not shed a—TEAR.
Ah! full was then my cup of grief,
Friends, fortune, lover, fame, all lostA beggar now, I ask relief,
A small, a trifling, boon at most. Still can you chide me from your
door? Ah, no! your looks compassion wearSo large a gist!-Oh! WORDS were poor
I thank, I bless you in— A TEAR
The sea-gull wheel'd in circles low,
And, screaming, skimm’d the wintry tide; The evening blast began to blow,
Up the steep clift's rifted side.
In broken foam, the white surge drove,
And back recoil'd, with rushing sound; When on the precipice above,
With haggard eyes, and locks unbound,
Stood MARY_once the fairest maid
And chastest wife on Cornwall's shore, Till lost her spouse—herself betray'd,
And fair, and virtuous, now no more !
Down on the crumbling rock she kneelid,
O'er which the waving samphire grew; And, while her aching bosom swellid,
Her Ring she from her finger drew.
“O! golden pledge of early love!
• Thou promise of connubial bliss ! “ Upbraid me not !”-she cried—"nor prove
* How ill this soul sustains distress.
“ Whene'er thy glittering form I view,
My heart reproaches me and cries“ Could'st thou forget a spouse so true,
“ Who first conferr'd this hallow'd prize ?
s« And ere soft April's dewy hand
“ Had twice bestrew'd with flow'rs his grave: « Submit thee to seduction's bland
" The dupe of vice, and passion's slave!
*** Accurst by heav'n, and woman kind,
“ For ever be that traitor vite, * Who turn'd from innocence my mind,
“ And dar'd my easy faith beguile!
« O! golden pledge of happier times !
“ Thou promise sweet of wedded bliss "No more reproach me with my crimes,
“ Nor aggravate my soul's distress !
"Wow dear, belov'd, dishonour'd pledge!
Tay thee thns on this rude stone, • That gazers p'er this fearful ridge,
Might learn, froin thee, that I am gone !
5. Here witness thou how MARY fell,
“ To expiate her foul disgrace'; « And soon to her Betrayer tell
“ The tale that time shall ne'er efface !',
She clasp'd her hands—she rais'd her eyes;
In bitterest anguish of despair ;Wild was the ocean--dark the skies!
No hope remain'd-no help was near!
Down-down she plung'd--the dashing wave
Receiv'd her on its murinuring breast; And, rolling back, the gulphy grave
Compos'd her struggling heart to rest !