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RUI N.

ALL hail! inexorable lord!

At whose destruction breathing word,
The mightiest empires fall!
Thy cruel, woe-delighted train,
The minifters of Grief and Pain,

A fullen welcome, all!

With

With ftern-refolv'd, defpairing eye,
I fee each aimed dart;

For one has cut my dearest tye,

And quivers in my heart.

Then low'ring, and pouring,

The Storm no more I dread;

Tho' thick'ning and black'ning,

Round my devoted head.

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And thou grim Pow'r, by Life abhorr'd,

While Life a pleasure can afford,
Oh! hear a wretch's pray'r!

No more I fhrink appal'd, afraid;
I court, I beg thy friendly aid,

To close this fcene of care!

When shall my foul, in filent peace,
Refign Life's joyless day ;

My weary heart its throbbings ceafe,

Cold mould'ring in the clay;

No

No fear more, no tear more,

To stain my lifeless face, Enclafped, and grafped Within thy cold embrace!

ΤΟ

то

MISS L.

With BEATTIE'S POEMS for a New-year's Gift. Jan. 1. 1787.

AGAIN the filent wheels of time

Their annual round have driv'n, And you, tho' scarce in maiden prime, Are fo much nearer Heav'n.

No gifts have I from Indian coafts

The infant year to hail ;

I send you more than India boasts
In Edwin's fimple tale.

Our fex with guile and faithlefs love
Is charg'd, perhaps too true;

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But may, dear Maid, each Lover prove

An Edwin ftill to you.

VOL. II.

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