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[5] Io her what are the world's delights,

while there her lord is laid?

To lull his anguiſh, calm his mind,

and hand the healing doſe,

Was all her care: For this ſhe pin'd;

for this the loſt repoſe.

At length her pious care prevail'd,

to quell the fierce diſeaſe

Might he but live, whate'er elſe fail'd,

ſhe reck'd not; pain would pleaſe

Ah me! what tidings do I hear?

"ſhe ſickens, faints, and dies:

"Outworn with watching, grief, and fear,

"ſhe falls a ſacrifice."

Huſh! hide the woeful chance, look gay,

and cloſeſt ſilience keep;

Or ſmiling, ſpite of ſorrow, ſay,

"the lady is aſleep."

Say ſo next day, try ev'ry art

but ev'ry art is vain;

Prolong'd ſuſpence, the wiſhing heart

refuſeth to ſuſtain.

"Where is Maria dear," he cries,

"my charmer, where is ſhe,

"Whoſe looks were wont to cheer my eyes? ː "why doth ſhe fly from me?

"Go, bring her; ſay poor Sutherland,

"bereav'd of her, muſt die:

"Make haſte—why do ye ſpeechleſs ſtand;

"what means that ſudden ſigh?