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;