。， When in life I breath'd my last,
。， If duty's self no fetter knows.
With mournful gaze began to peer:The winds their soft wings flutter'd soon,。， Yet 'tis hard, oh, hard to bear!
Sporting on an airy band.。， I saw thee, and with tender pride
I THINK of thee, whene'er the sun his beams。，
。， Because by thy love thou'rt remember'd no more!Oh, call back to mind former days and their blisses!The lips of the second will give as sweet kisses
That is repugnant to his heart.。，
Night! oh, what bliss were the night!For then thou o'ershadow'st the lustre,Dazzling and fair, of the moon.。， Now to the card-table hast thou bound me,
1771.-----FIRST LOSS.。， Mournful in an hour like this
。， Her bosom, veil'd till then, will show.
She who is dearest to my heart,Gave me, with well dissembled smart,Of her own life, a living part,。，
Oh come, then, to our breast!And let the loss thou hast sustain'd。， The flow'rs are bursting
，。， When the question I would ask:'Twas in such a beauteous season,