Then Delia! nought on earth but thee, My ravish'd senses feel or see, With Love's wild frenzy then possessed, My trembling heart beats 'gainst thy breast, Then fondly sink, o'erpower'd with bliss, Only alive to Delia's kiss. Q. V. _Port Folio_, I-87, Mar. 14, 1801, Phila. LEONORA. [b]. A Tale, from the German. "Ah, William! art thou false or dead?" Cried Leonora from her bed. "I dreamt thou'dst ne'er return." William had fought in Frederick's host At Prague--and what his fate--if lost Or false, she could not learn. Hungaria's queen and Prussia's king, Wearied, at length with bickering, Resolv'd to end the strife; And homewards, then, their separate routs The armies took, with songs and shouts, With cymbals, drum and fife. As deck'd with boughs they march'd along, From every door, the old and young Rush'd forth the troops to greet. "Thank God," each child and parent cry'd, And "welcome, welcome," many a bride, As friends long parted meet. They joy'd, poor Leonora griev'd: No kiss she gave, no kiss receiv'd; Of William none could tell; She rung her hands, and tore her hair; Till left alone in deep despair, Bereft of sense, she fell. Swift to her aid her mother came, "Ah! say," cried she, "in mercy's name, "What means this frantic grief?" "Mother 'tis past--all hopes are fled, "God hath no mercy, William's dead, "My woe is past relief." "Pardon, O pardon, Lord above! "My child, with pray'rs invoke his love, "The Almighty never errs?" "O, mother! mother! idle prate, "Can he be anxious for my fate, "Who never heard my prayers?" "Be patient child, in God believe, "The good he can, and will relieve, "To trust his power endeavour." "O, mother! mother! all is vain, "What trust can bring to life again? "The past, is past for ever." "Who knows, but that he yet survives; "Perchance, far off from hence he lives, "And thinks no more of you. "Forget, forget, the faithless youth, "Away with grief, your sorrow soothe, "Since William proves untrue." "Mother, all hope has fled my mind, "The past, is past, our God's unkind; "Why did he give me breath? "Oh that this hated loathsome light "Would fade for ever from my sight, "Come, death, come, welcome death!" "Indulgent Father, spare my child, "Her agony hath made her wild, "She knows not what she does. "Daughter, forget thy earthly love, "Look up to him who reigns above, "Where joys succeed to woes."