O, sad the dilemma! pray, what must I do? With Bacchus I never can part: Ah! dear Little God, if neglected by you, It will rend ev’ry string of my heart. O why such a pother? I’ve found out a way, I’ll bind myself fast by an oath, While life warms my breast, each his pow’r shall display, And I’ll henceforth be loyal to both. TO A YOUNG MAN UNDER SENTENCE OF DEATH FOR _FORGERY_. FROM HIS MISTRESS. In awful solitude, in direful chains, Where deep despair and sad reflection reigns, If yet thy breast another’s woes can feel, Woes which no language ever can reveal, Let the distresses of a hapless maid, Be to thy silent gloomy cell convey’d. Life left my heart, I felt my blood run cold, When the sad tidings of thy fate were told: Then keenest anguish wrung my tortur’d frame, Distraction seem’d to seize my madd’ning brain. Depriv’d of thee, who could all pain remove, My heav’n on earth, my happiness, my love; Depriv’d of hope, whose dear, delusive ray Did softest scenes of happiness, portray: Scenes now for ever fled! the poignant dart, Deep wounds my soul, and tears my bleeding heart. For thee, no more, I’ll wait th’ appointed hour, No more I’ll meet thee in the peaceful bower; No more, enraptur’d, hang upon thy smile, No more thy presence ev’ry care beguile. Was it for me? grant support gracious heav’n! Was it for me the fatal bond was giv’n? Is it for me stern Justice must arise? Is it for me he now a victim lies? Distracting thoughts still crowd upon my mind! O were my restless soul to heav’n resign’d! O could I now my piercing griefs conceal, Nor add fresh anguish to the wounds you feel! ’Tis vain, alas! my bursting heart o’erflows, And death I feel will terminate my woes! It was for thee alone I wish’d to live; The world without thee can no pleasure give. Now law for one rash act thy life demands Tho’ pure till then thy thoughts, unstain’d thy hands: While villains hourly practis’d in deceit, At freedom range, nor dread impending fate. Ah! now I see thee to the scaffold walk, I hear the gazing crowd unthinking talk. Farewell, my love! O still on heaven rely, I can no more, I tremble, faint and die! ON AN UNLOOKED-FOR _SEPARATION FROM A FRIEND_. Transient proves our sweetest pleasure, Short our moments of delight; While we grasp the darling treasure, O how rapid is its flight? Oft at morn ourselves we flatter, That our comforts wont decay: Fortune lavish seems to scatter Fairest flowers along our way. But the change by night is galling; We lament our doom severe: Joys, like snows on Ailsa falling, In a moment disappear. Such the plague of human nature, Fond to trifle with our smart, While we do escape the greater, Little evils rend our heart. I have lost no valu’d charter, Nor lament a fickle swain; But, alas! a friend’s departure, Fills my heart with piercing pain.