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Rh Her cheeks ſhone as the bluſhing roſe,

Her face like lilly fair:

And none of all the flatter’d Belles

With S could compare. C, young, and rich, and gay,

Her easy heart deceiv’d;

ſwore he meant her for his bride, and ſhe, fond maid believ’d.

late ſhe found her Claro falſe

Ne’er meant his oath to keep;

ſhe, once paſt the brink of vice,

lung’d headlong in the deep.

and remorse at times awoke,

And tore her trembling breaſt;

lection ſcar’d her waking thoughts,

Dark dreams diſturb’d her reſt.

ſinned ftill— yet ſtill deplor’d

The wretched life ſhe led,

ev’ry thought of heav’n was loſt,

and hope of mercy fled.

C ſicken’d— the hour came,

When he muſt yield his breath:

uctant he a victim sunk

in the cold arms of death.

the dead-ſilent hour of night,

When angels watch the good,

the ghoſt of C came,

Dreſs’d in a fable ſhroud.

her eyes, now all forlorn,

ſlumber juſt had crept:

haunted fancy found no reſt,

irkſome vigils kept.