4 Awhile sweet hope her bosom cheers, 5 But ah! what terrors wait the Fair, 6 Impatient griefs her bosom tear, She raves-she weeps-nor comfort feels, Victim of woe and wild despair, She thus her sorrowing heart reveals. 7 "Ah, wretched maid! unlov'd, unknown! "Bereft of ev'ry earthly joy! "Ne'er shalt thou cease thy loss to mourn, "And weep thy Henry's destiny. 8 "The treasur'd sorrow, now so dear, "Still cherish'd in thy breast shall live; "Its keenest pangs thy heart revere, ""Twere sinful couldst thou cease to grieve." 9 She stops.-A voice in accents mild, 10 "Heav'n, for our good, afflictions dire "In mercy as in wisdom sends; "Thither then bid thy thoughts aspire, "And make the hosts of Heav'nthy friends." 11 She turn'd to view what it might be, 12 And now the blessed Book he brought, And many a holy text to prove, 13 Affliction's path himself had trod, And knew despondence now no more. 14 She heard. The troublous errors fled, Chas'd by Truth's brightening beams they And soon she bless'd the power which led 15 His words-his looks-his precepts mild, II. EDGAR AND ELLA. BY MR. JAMES LAMB. 1 THE night was dark, and awful was the scene, The wind blew high and loud the billows roar'd, The snow came drifting, and the frost how keen, The heath, alas! no shelter could afford. 2 'Twas then young Edgar bent his trackless way Ella to meet, by whom he was belov'd, Whose charms held o'er his heart despotic sway, They'd own'd their passions, and their sires approv'd. 3 The proudest gifts, great Nature e'er bestow'd On mortals, sure this virtuous pair possest, With wealth too, were they bounteously endow'd, And nought they lack'd to make each other blest. 4 But to the will of all-disposing Heaven Ere 'tis accomplish'd human eyes are blind; For down a precipice where snow was driven He fell, and to his God his soul resign'd. 5 Some days elaps'd, when Ella, in despair, Found the drear spot that Edgar's corse contain❜d, In wild distraction then she tore her hair, And in most impious terms high Heaven arraign'd. 6 Reason at length recall'd this lovelorn maid, THE breeze was fresh, the ship in stays, The broken gold, the braided hair, "If you loves I as I loves you, 2 The storm-that like a shapeless wreck, |