Alexandria daily advertiser. [volume] (Alexandria [Va.]) 1803-1808, 1803-10-14
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POOR MARY.

POOR MARY.
Lo! where yon yew tree spreades its dark'alng
shade,
Where creeping ivy casts dismal gloom,
Where nigh, birds notes reyerb'rate through the
glade,
Cleander moprns DER Mary's rnould'ring tomb.
With friendships tear the .hallow'd shrine be-
dew'd,
Where youth and beauty in oblivion rest,
With .vernal Aow'rs the sod grown tomb ne
strcw'd,
Then thus espresso the sorrows Of his breast:
IS Stranger, whoe'er thou art, in pity pause,
And if sad memory e'er clain'd a tear, i
FIf thou e'er weps in sinking virtues cause,
Come Join with me, and pay the tribusehere.
&c Here in the clay cold lap Of earth, un-S
known,
Poor Mary sleeps--beyond the pale OF fame, Z
Her graves sole ornamental rough hewnastohe,
Her birth obscure, and uninscrib'd her name.
20 Mary! the blythe, the beauteous rustic
queen,
MARY the echo Of the woodland lawn,
Gay as the Ianebkin bounding e'er the greens
Sweet as the sky lark ush'ring in the dawn.
g But now she sleeps within her narrow grave,
Screend from the cank'ring breath OF vulgar
scorn,
Calm as the surface of tn unrufid deep,
She obey'd the mandate in LIES blooming morn.
90 Near to this spot once dwelt lab'ring
swain,
The happy tenant of a lowly cot,
BY av'rice unenrich'd, unbrib'd by gain,
GOVERNMENTS blessings were his humblefot.
6 He had his ages only JOY,
In whom concentrcd all parents care,
While Damon doated on the blooming boy,
Poor Mary's breast was tortur'd with despair.
" For Mary lov'd him--to distraction lov'd,
And in her heart the deadly passions rage
Maternal influence ne'er loves pangs rernov'd,
Lorenzo only could those pangs assuage.
Lorenzo, form'd in natures fairest mould,
The s,ateliest shepherd of the neighb'ring plain,
What female could the noble youth behold,
And iaor experience lows soft rhrilllng paine
81 For Mary too Lorenzo often sighI
Oft on her bosom, breath'd his ardent love,
Where'er she mov'd he lingcr'd at her side,
And seemd the image of the faithful dove.
Oft when pale Cynthia, feeble queen of
night,
Cast her bright mantle DER the leafy grove,
Where yon woye twigs admit a glimm'ring
light,
Has Mary listend TO Lorenso's love.
" There far secluded from mans prying eye,
In mutual love the winged moments pass'd
She to loves Syren voice return'd the sigh,
And each new hour seem'd Aeeser than the last.
&c Thus they the silent hours of night be-
guiPd,
Thus pass'd each ev'ning of declining day,
Thus smooth the path of natures favorise child,
Without thorn to intercept her way.
I" 0 simple maid, to thy i'll fortune blind,
Thou fair inhabtant of yonder gloom,
Far was the thought from thy TOO simple mind,
That thou'd soon wither in the icy tomb.
"One ev'n, at setting suns diurnal hour,
In tip roe haste she hiea to meet her love,
With fault'ring step she rcach'd the CONSCIOUS
bow'r,
Which nodess shrinks in yonder poplar grove.
!" Lorenzo came--a melancholy gloom
O'er spread his countenance /; the little wood,
Still as the death like silence of the tomb,
Save the low gurgiing of little food.
!" Save where the cypress adds a deeper shade,
Where wahton zephyrs, play among the trees,
Where wisn'rinp Leaves the Iisr'ping ear invade.