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5 THE YOUNG MAID’s LAMEN P FOR HER BROWN'S LOVER.

Twas when the fears were roaring with hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, all on a rock reclin’d ; Wide o’er the roaring billows she cast a wishful look, Her head was crown’d with willows, that trembled o’er the brook.

'Twelve month* were gone and over, and mine long tedious days ; Why didn't thou, vent’rous lover, why didn't thou trust the seas? Cease, cease then, cruel ocean, and let: mv lover rest; Ah! what’s thy troubled motion to that within my breast ?

The merchant, robb'd of treasure, views tempests in despair; But what’s the loss of treasure, to losing of my dear? Shou’d you come coast he laid on, where gold and diamonds grow, You’d find richer maiden, but none that loves you to.