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And still to love, though prest with ill,
But ah! by constant heed I know
And should my future lot be cast
My Mary' THE CASTAWAY.
(March, 20, 1799.)
OBSCUREST night involv'd the sky;
Th’ Atlantic billows roar'd, When such a destined wretch as I,
Wash'd headlong from on board Of friends, of hope, of all bereft, His floating home for ever teft.
No braver chief could Albion boas.,
Than he, with whom he went, Nor ever ship left Albion's coast,
With warmer wishes sent. He lov'd them both, but both in vain, Nor him beheld, nor her again.
Not long beneath the whelming brino,
Export to swim, he lay : Nor soon he felt his strength decline,
Or courage die away; But wag'd with death a lasting srits, Supported by despair of lifa.
He shouted; nor his friends had fail'd
To check the vessel's course,
That, pitiless, perforce,
Some succour yet they could afford,
And, such as storms allow, The cask, the coop, the floated cord,
Delay'd not to bestow But he (they knew) nor ship nor shore, Whate'er they gave, should visit more.
Nor, cruel as it seem'd, could he
Their haste himself condemn,
Alone could rescue them;
In ocean, self-upheld:
His destiny repell’d:
At length, his transient respite past,
His comrades, who before
Could catch the sound :10 more.
For then, by toil subdu'd, he drank The stifling wave, and then he sank.
No poet wept him: but the page
Of narrative sincere,
Is wet with Anson's tear.
I therefore purpose not, or dream,
Descanting on his fate,
A more enduring date.
No voice divine the storm allay'd
No light propitious shone ; When, snatch'd from all effectua' aid,
We perish'd each alone · But I bencath a rougher sea, And whelm'd in deeper gulss than !so.
THE YEARLY DISTRESS,
TITHING TIME AT STOCK, W ESSEX.
Verses addressed to a country clergyman, com
plaining of the disagreeableness of the day an. nually appointed for receiving the dues at the parsonage.
COME, ponder well, for 'tis no jes
To laugh it would be wrong,
The burden of my song.
Three quarters of the year,
When tithing time draws near.
As one at point to die,
He heaves up many a sigh.