Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1827-09-26

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For oh! that Nature on ny birth tad frowa'e.
Or Fortune hx'a me to some loway cell!
! Then had my bosom 'scup'd :his fatal wound,
Nor had bid these veEnal sweets farewell
But led by Fortunes hand. hor darling child.
NY youth her vain licentious bliss adnir'd
In Fortunes train the syrcn Tlattcry smil'd.
And rashly hallow'd all her queon inspr'd.
OF folly siudious. even ofricrs vain.
All vices! gilded by the rich and gay!
I chas'd che guiieless daughters of the pinin.
Nor dropp'd the chase tall Jessy was my
Piey.
Poor artiess maid! TO stain thy spotless name.
Expense. aud art. and toll, united strovc:
To lure breast that felt the purest fomo,
Susta,n'd by virtue, but betrayed by love.
| Schoo'd in the science of Love's may wiles,
cloth'd each feature with affected acorn;
I spoke Of jealous doubts and fcklc smiles.
And, feigning. left her anxious and forlorn.
Then while the iancy'd rage hlaE'n'd her care.
Warm to deny. and Jealous TO disprovc;
babe my words their wonted sofncss wear,
And seiz'd the minute Of returning love.
| To thee my Damon, dare paint the rest.
Will yet thy love candid car incline!
| ABSURD that Virtue, by misfortune pres,'i,
Feels not the shnstnness Of pang like mine.
| Nine cnvious mooos matur'J her growing
shame,
| Ere while TO launt il in the face o:day;
Whom scorn'd Of Virtue. stigmatiz'd by Fame.
Low at my feet depending Jessy ley.
Henry. she said, by thy dear form subju'd,
| See the sad reliqucs Of nymph undone
l find, find this rising sob rcnew'd;
I sigh in shades, and sckcn at tho srn.
Amid the drcary Gloom Of night cry,
| When will the morn's onco pleasing scenes
return!
Yet what can morn's returning ray supply,
| But foes that triumph. or but friends that
| mourn!
Alas! no more that joyous morn appears
That led the tranquil hours of spoiless iamo
For have stecp'd fathers couch in tears,
And ting'd mothers glowing cheek with
shame.
The vocal birds that raise their na,in strain,
The sportivc lambs. increase NY pensisc
moan;
All seem 10 chase me from the checrft! plain
And talk Of truth and innocence alone.
If thro' the gardens fow'.y tribes stray,
Where bloom the Iasrnncs that could oGce
allure.
Hope not to find delight in us, they say.
For we arc spotless, Jessy, VIC are pure.
Ye flow'rs! that well reproach a nymph so
fran,
Say. could you with my virgin fame con-.
pare!
The brightest bud that scents tho vernal celo
Was not SO fragrant, and was not So fair.
|
Now the grave old alarm the gentlor young,
And all my fame's abhorr'd contagion flee;
Trembles each lip, and faulters every tongue.
That bids the morn propitous smile on me.
Thus for your sake, shun each humap eye:
bid the sweets ofblooming youth 0dcu
To die laDgulsh, but dread 10 die,
Lest my sad fate should nourish pangs fol
you.
Raise me from ca,,h; tho pairs O: want re-
! And let me silent seek some friendly shore;
There only, ban;sh'd from the form l love,
My weeping virtue shall re lapse no more.
BE but my friend; I ask no dearor name
Bc such the need OF some ,iore artfiil iai,,
Nor could it heal my peace, or chase my
shame,
That Pity gave what Love rei.ls'd 10 share
Force not my tongue 10 ask its scanty bread:
Nor hurl thy Jossy TO the vulgar crew;
Not such The parents board at which fed!
No, such the preccpt from his lips drew!
Haply, whom age has silver'd o'or my hair,
Malice may learn 20 scorn so mean spoil;
Envy may slight face no longer fair.
And Pity Welcome to my nativs soil
She spoke No, vas born Of savage race;
Nor could these hands uigsard boon as
sign;
Grateful she clOsp'j me ia last embrace.
And voY'j TO waste her HE IN pray'rs fer
mine.
saw ncr foot the lofty basa ascend;
I saw her breast with ov'ry passion hoaye;
left hcr-ton from cv'ry earthly friend;
Oh! my hard bosom! which could bear 10
leave!
Brief Lei n,e bo; .hc fatal storm arose;
The pillows rns'd, tho pilots art vas vain;
Der tho tall mast the crcling surgcs close;
| My Jessy-Goa,s upon tho wat'ry plain!
| And--seo my youths impctuous iires decay;
Seek not TO stop Reflection S bitter tear:
But warn the trolic, and instruct tho gay,
From Jessy floating OH her wat'ry bieF'
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