Then foft and low a voice was heard Say, Mary, weep no more for me.' II. She from her pillow gently rais'd Her head, to afk who there might be, And faw young Sandy, fhiv'ring, stand, With pallid cheek and hollow eye: "O Mary dear, cold is my clay, "It lies beneath the stormy fea, «Far, far from thee, I fleep in death, "So Mary weep no more for me. III. "Three ftormy nights and stormy days, "We tofs'd upon the raging main, "And long we ftrove our bark to save, "But all our striving was in vain : «E'en Cum tecto exilis vox eft audita filenti, "Define væ! fletus, chara Maria, tuos.” II. Illa caput paulùm lecto, perculfa, levabat, Quæfitura velut, quid foret ille fonus, Sandy videt ftantem, tremebundum frigore fpectrum ; Concavus eft oculus, palluerantque genæ : "Cara Maria! meum domuit mors frigida corpus, "Jamque artus gelidos, offaque pontus habet; Hinc procul, in longum folvuntur lumina fomnum, "Define væ! fletus, define, chara, tuos. III. "Tres noctes, totidemque dies, fuper æquora fæva, "Huc, illuc, quaffam difpulit unda ratem ; "Nitimur adverfi, longum tulimufque laborem, "Omnis nequicquam fed fuit ifte labor. « At "E'en then, when horror chill'd my blood, "My heart was fill'd with love for thee. "The ftorm is past, and I at reft, "So Mary weep no more for me. IV. "O maiden dear, thyself prepare, "We foon fhall meet upon that shore, "Where love is free from doubt and care, "And thou and I fhall part no more. Loud crow'd the cock-the fhadow fled; No more of Sandy could fhe fee; But foft the paffing spirit faid, "So Mary weep no more for me." "At tunc, membra mihi gelidus cum perculit horror, "Tunc etiam caluit pectore fidus amor; "Actum eft, tempeftas filuit, nunc ipfe quiesco, "Define væ! fletus, define, chara, tuos. IV. "Nec tibi longa mora eft; aderis dulciffima virgo; "Nos melior fedés, oraque læta mañét, Quâ fecurus amor; nec mors disjunget amantes, "Nec mentem poterit follicitare timor." Signa dedit cantu gallus: difceffit imago: Et nufquam potuit cernere Sandy fuum, Lenè fed increpitans, dum præterlabitur umbra, "Define," ait, "fletus, chara Maria, tuos.' " A WINIFRED A. I. WAY! let nought to love displeasing, My Winifreda, move your care; Let nought delay the heavenly bleffing, Nor fqueamish pride, nor gloomy fear. II. What tho' no grants of royal donors, With pompous titles, grace our blood; We'll fhine in more fubftantial honours, And, to be noble, we'll be good. Our name, while virtue thus we tender, Will sweetly found where-e'er 'tis fpoke; And all the great ones, they fhall wonder, How they respect fuch little folk. |