To the first artful man she see,
A strong desire for liberty.
This from her home without delay,
To taste the pleasures of the day;
Now had the husband taught his wife,
Economy throughout his life
More easy she’d have kept at home,
But he allowed her oft to roam;
To plays and balls and such like places,
Where giddy wantons show their faces.
Actions are brought large damages to gain,
Which must give every thinking bosom pain;
Some trifling want of proper evidence,
May give a british jury just pretence,
To give acquittal, then the parties smile,
To think how much the public they beguile.
Still keen remorse embitters every joy,
Altho’ the parties can by bribes decoy:
Such hirelings as their influence can bind,
And clap a padlock on the tongue and mind.
SERIOUS REFLECTIONS.
My life is embittered with cares,
The reason to me is quite plain;
I have caused many sighs and sad tears,
To her I shall ne’er see again.
She is fled from my presence above,
I shortened her days in this life;
To share true angelical love,
She is free’d from all pain care and stife.
How could I the dictates disdain,
Of a parent so kind and so just;
Or give her sweet bosom such pain,
She is happy, I hope and I trust.
That God who is setting on high,
Have planted remorse in my heart;
Its pangs I shall feel till I die,
May I then from my troubles depart.
Repent oft she cried ere too late,
To her precepts I did not attend;
My consience pronounce me ingrate,
To disdain such advice from a friend.
Such a friend I shall ne’er more attain.
To me she was always sincere;
I hope I shall meet her again.
When I’m summoned on high to appear
May repentance atone for the past,
And cleanse me from every stain;
May the tears of sincerity last,
That my parent I do meet again.
Sometimes I revisit the spot,
Where my parent was used for to dwell;
I sigh when I enter the cot,
Where I bade the lov’d object farewell,