The Daily Advertiser

POEMS: by the late Dr. LADD.
To Amanda, with Emma Corbet.

AMANDA, view the oft pathetic lines,
Where tender love and glowing genius shines;
Where Emma weeps; where hapless Henry draws
The heart-felt tear, in love and virtue's cause.
Yes, Emma weeps, behold her sorrows rise,
View the dew-drops trembling in her eyes.
See, round her Henry's corse the mourner moves,
She dies the martyr of unhappy loves
So the poor turtle, desolate and lone
Breathes to the winds his melancholy moan;
Mourns his lost love, with many a plaintive coo,
And sighs his soul out with the fond adieu.
Amanda, ah! by such sad scenes impress'd,
What gloom pervades the sorrow-teeming breast?
How weeps the soul, what sighs the bosom swell?
Speak, angel softness, for thou best can'st tell.
Here oft thy Brouckett's manly bosom glows,
And the soft tear all sympathetic flows
Full oft' for Emma, lovely maid, distress'd,
His tender heart-strings vibrate in his breast:
For Henry, oft' the bursting sighs give place,
And the soul melts on his impassioned face.
But while embosom'd in this vale of tears,
Increasing woe on every side appears;
If right the bard, Amanda, can divine,
Fair happiness shall be for ever thine
Th' indulgent care of providence shall bless
Thy lovely mind, and ward off keen distress.
Joy shall beam on thee with her sun-shine rays
And peace eternal gild thy happy days.