11. Ah! who would taste your self-deluding joys, That lure the unwary to a wretched doom, That bid fair views and flattering hopes arise, Then hurl them headlong to a lasting tomb? What is the charm which leads thy victims on To persevere in paths that lead to woe? What can induce them in that rout to go, In which in-numerous before have gone, And died in misery, poor and woe-begone. III.. Yet can I ask what charms in thee are found; I, who have drank from thine etherial rill, I, thro' whose soul the muses' strains aye thrill! Oh! I do feel the spell with which I'm tied; And tho' our annals fearful stories tell, How Savage languish'd, and how Otway died, SONG. WRITTEN AT THE AGE or FOURTEEN. I. SOFTLY, softly blow, ye breezes, Lo! he slumbers, slumbers sweetly; He lies by the deep, All along where the salt waves sigh. II. I have cover'd him with rushes, He lies by the deep, All along where the salt waves sigh. III. Still he sleeps; he will not waken, Fastly closed is his eye; Paler is his cheek, and chiller Than the icy moon on high. Alas! he is dead, He has chose his death-bed All along where the salt waves sigh. IV. Is it, is it so, my Edwy? Will thy slumbers never fly? Could'st thou think I would survive thee? No, my love, thou bid'st me die. Thou bid'st me seek Thy death-bed bleak All along where the salt waves sigh. V. I will gently kiss thy cold lips, And the wild wave will beat, Oh! so softly o'er our lonely bed. TO LOVE. I. WHY should I blush to own I love? "Tis Love that rules the realms above. Why should I blush to say to all, That Virtue holds my heart in thrall? II. Why should I seek the thickest shade, Lest Love's dear secret be betrayed? Why the stern brow deceitful move, When I am languishing with love? II. Is it weakness thus to dwell On passion, that I dare not tell? Such weakness I would ever piove : 'Tis painful, tho' 'tis sweet, to love. THE WANDERING BOY. A SONG. I. WHEN the winter wind whistles along the wild moor, II. The winter is cold, and I have no vest, And my heart it is cold as it beats in my breast; For I am a parentless wandering boy. III. Yet I had a home, and I once had a sire, A mother, who granted each infant desire; IV. But my father and mother were summon'd away, |