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Stranger if thou e'er did'st love	A
If nature in thy bosom glows	B
A Minstrel rude may haply move	C
Thine heart to sigh for Anna's woes	B
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Lo beneath the humble tomb	D
Obscure the luckless maiden sleeps	E
Round it pity's flowerets bloom	D
O'er it memory fondly weeps	E
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And ever be the tribute paid	F
The warm heart's sympathetic flow	G
Richer by far ill fated maid	F
Than all the shadowy pomp of woe	G
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The shadowy pomp to thee denied	H
While pity bade thy spirit rest	I
While superstition scowl'd beside	H
And vainly bade it not be blest	I
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Ah could I with unerring truth	J
Inspir'd by memory's magic power	K
Pourtray thee grac'd in ripening youth	J
With new enchantment every hour	K
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When fortune smil'd and hope was young	L
And hail'd thee like the bounteous May	M
Renewing still thy steps among	L
The faded flowers of yesterday	M
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All plaintive then my lute should sound	N
While fancy sigh'd thy form to see	O
The list'ning maids should weep around	N
And swains lament thy fate with me	O
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And Stranger thou who hear'st the tale	P
By soft infection taught to mourn	Q
Would'st wet with tears the primrose pale	P
That blooms beside her sylvan urn	R
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For she was fair as forms of love	A
Oft by the 'rapt enthusiast seen	S
Who slumbers midst the myrtle grove	T
With spring's unfolding blossoms green	S
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All eloquent her eyes express'd	I
Her heart to each fine feeling true	U
For in their orbs did pity rest	I
Suffusing soft their beamy blue	U
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And silence pleas'd his reign resign'd	V
Whene'er he heard her vocal tongue	L
And grief in slumbers sweet reclin'd	V
As on his ear its accents hung	L
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But vain the charms that grac'd the maid	F
The eye where pity lov'd to reign	W
The form where fascination play'd	F
The voice that breath'd enchantment vain	W
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Unequal all their syren power	K
To win from fate it's frown away	M
When Bertram came in luckless hour	K
To sigh to flatter to betray	M
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He came inform'd in every art	X
That makes th'incautious virgin weep	Y
Beguiles the unsuspecting heart	X
And lulls mistrust to silken sleep	Y
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His tale she heard nor thought the while	Z
That falshood such a tale could tell	A2
That dark deceit could e'er defile	A2
The tongue that talk'd of truth so well	A2
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He woo'd he wept 'till all was won	B2
Then as the spring born zephyrs fly	A2
He fled he left her lost undone	B2
In penitential tears to die	A2
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Oh could she live condemn'd to feel	A2
The insults of exulting scorn	Q
Relentless as the three edg'd steel	A2
Illicit pleasure's eldest born	Q
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Who 'mid despair's impervious gloom	D
Should bid her soul's sad wand'rings cease	C2
Th'extinguish'd spark of hope relume	D
And sooth the penitent to peace	C2
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She saw her aged mother bow	D2
Subdued by exquisite distress	E2
For every hope was faded now	D2
And life a weary wilderness	F2
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She saw her in the cold earth laid	F
And not a tear was seen to start	X
And not a sigh the pangs allay'd	F
That agoniz'd her bursting heart	X
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And when the mournful rite was done	B2
A sculptur'd woe she seem'd to move	C
As close she clasp'd her infant son	B2
The pledge of faithless Bertram's love	A
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While slow she pac'd the lone church yard	G2
With pity's accents soft and sad	H2
We strove to win her fix'd regard	G2
But vainly strove for Ann was mad	H2
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'Lorn listless like a wither'd flower	K
Blown o'er the plain by every blast	I2
Impell'd by fancy's fitful power	K
The lovely luckless victim past	I2
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'Till left alone the wood she sought	J2
Where first her Bertram's vows she heard	K2
And first with soft affection fraught	J2
His vows return'd to Heaven prefer'd	K2
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Each scene she trac'd to memory dear	L2
Tho' memory lent a feeble ray	M
Reason's benighted bark to steer	L2
Thro' dark distraction's stormy way	M
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At length where yon translucent tide	H
Meanders slow the meads among	L
Reclining on its sedgy side	H
Thus to her sleeping babe she sung	L
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Sweet cherub on the green bank rest	I
And balmy may thy slumbers be	O
For tempests tear thy mother's breast	I
Alas it cannot pillow thee	O
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I'll wander 'till thy sire I've found	N
I'll lure his footsteps where you lie	A2
While mantling waters murmur round	N
And wild winds sing your lullaby	A2
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Haply shalt thou his scorn subdue	U
Thy helpless innocence to save	M2
But if unmov'd he turns from you	U
I'll lead him to my mother's grave	M2
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Sure waken'd there remorse shall rise	N2
And bid his perjur'd bosom shed	O2
That tender tear my heart denies	N2
Cold icy cold congeal'd and dead	O2
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Then wildly through each well known way	M
Again she fled the youth to seek	P2
Nor paus'd 'till Cynthia's mournful ray	M
Play'd paly on her paler cheek	P2
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Once more she sought the river's side	H
The goal of her accomplish'd way	M
Where 'whelm'd beneath the rising tide	H
Her heart's dissever'd treasure lay	M
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Amaz'd convuls'd she shriek'd she sprung	L
She clasp'd it in its wat'ry bed	O2
The dirge of death the night blasts sung	L
The morn in tears beheld them dead	O2
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Their pale remains with pious care	Q2
Beneath the vernal turf we laid	F
Remembrance loves to linger there	Q2
And weep beneath the willow shade	F
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And oft the fairest flowers of spring	R2
What time the hours of toil are spent	S2
The village youths and virgins bring	R2
To grace her moss clad monument	T2

Thomas Gent

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