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 William and Margaret.

WHEN all was wrapt in dark midnight, and all was faſt aſleep; In glided Marg'ret a griſly Ghoſt, and ſtood at Wiliam's feet

Her face was like the April morn, clad in a wintry cloud; And clay cold was her lilly hand, that held the fable ſhroud.

Se fall the faireſt face appear, when youth and years are flown; Such is the robe that Kings muſt wear, when death has reſt the crown.

Her blood is like the ſpringing flow'r, that ſips the ſilver dew; She rode was backed in her cheek; and op'ning to the view.

But love had like the canker worm, conſum'd her early prime: The roſe grew pale and left her check, ſhe died before her prime: