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[3] Amid the reſt, a lovely maid,

Maria height was ſeen;

Lovely her looks, her manners ftaid,

but moſt her mind, I ween.

Did take who ſaw, meek was her mind

as meekeſt infant's ſmiles;

And wiſe as age, nor yet inclin'd

to ming that beguiles.

Nor art nor cunning needed ſhe,

her ſoul was fill'd with grace;

Sincerely good, and nobly free,

her ſoul beam'd in her face.

In deſtin'd hour young Sutherland

beheld the beauteous maid;

Her beauty could the youth withſtand,

ſuch beauty ſo array'd.

Ah, no! her charms, by Virtue dreſt,

did ſeize the hero's heart;

He lov'd, he courted, he was bleſt—

death could them only part:—

Nor that long time!—Lift to my tale,

a tale of love and woe;

If pity in your heart prevail

lift, and a tear beſtow.

Midſt all that worth and wealth combin'd,

which friends and fame confer,

Of pleaſure on the feeling mind,

did live this happy pair.