For the New-York Weekly Magazine.
ELEGY,
ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY ON TRANSCRIBING FOR HER
A POEM ON THE DEATH OF TWO UNFORTUNATE LOVERS.
If o’er the lover’s melancholy bier
Unbidden sorrow from thine eyes should flow,
Check not the tender sympathising tear,
Nor blush to soften at another’s woe.
Indulge the tender luxury of grief,
Melt at those pangs which nipp’d their springing bloom,
And (soon as flattering hope deny’d relief,)