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Wert all the barrenness of life possest, To wake one soft affection in my breast! That vision ended—fate hath nought in store Of joy or sorrow e'er to touch me more. Go, Zegri maid! to scenes of sunshine fly, From the stern pupil of adversity! And now to hope, to confidence, adieu! If thou art faithless, who shall e'er be true?"

"Hamet! oh wrong me not!—I too could speak Of sorrows—trace them on my faded cheek, In the sunk eye, and in the wasted form, That tell the heart hath nursed a canker worm! But words were idle—read my sufferings there, Where grief is stamp'd on all that once was fair.

"Oh wert thou still what once I fondly deem'd, All that thy mien express'd, thy spirit seem'd, My love had been devotion—till in death Thy name had trembled on my latest breath. But not the chief who leads a lawless band, To crush the altars of his native land; Th' apostate son of heroes, whose disgrace Hath stain'd the trophies of a glorious race;