Does some fair female of unspotted fame,
Salute thee, smiling, with a father’s name,
Bid her detest the fell Seducer’s wiles,
Who smiles to win—and murders as he smiles.
If ever wandering near this dark recess,
Where guardian spirits round the ether press,
Where, on their urn, celestial care descends,
Two lovers come, whom fair success attends,
O’er the pale marble shall they join their heads,
And drink the falling tears each other sheds,