With blushes confest—she could love.
New-York, August 13, 1796.
AN ELEGY WRITTEN AT SEA.
Heaven gave the word, Delia! once more farewell,
Ah me! how fleeting all our joys are found;
The pangs I feel thy tender heart can tell,
For pangs like mine thy tender heart must wound.
Snatch’d from thy arms, to distant lands I roam,
And face the horrors of the howling sea;