Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: LINES TO HIM WHO WILL UNDERSTAND THEM. THOU art no more my bosom's Friend ; Here must the sweet delusion end, That charm'd my senses many a year, Thro' smiling summers, winters drear.— O, Friendship ! am I doomed to find Thou art a phantom of the mind ? A glitt'ring shade, an empty name, An air-born vision's vap'rish flame ? And yet, the dear deceit so long Has wak'd to joy my matin song, Has bid my tears forget to flow, Chas'd ev'ry pain, sooth'd ev'ry woe, That Truth, unwelcome to my ear, Swells the deep sigh, recalls the tear,. Gives to the sense the keenest smart, Checks the warm pulses of the Heart, Darkens my Fate, and steals away Each gleam of joy thro' life's sad day. Britain, farewell! I quit thy shore: My native Country charms no more: No guide to mark the toilsome road, No destin'd clime, no fix'd abode, Alone and sad ordain'd to trace Thie vast expanse of endless space ; To view, upon the mountain's height, Thro' varied shades of glimm'ring light, The distant landscape fade away In the last gleam of parting day :— Or, on the quiv'ring lucid stream, To watch the pale moon's silv'ry beam ; Or when, in sad and plaintive strains, The mournful Philomel complains, In dulcet note bewails her fate, And murmurs for her absent mate ; luspir'd by Sympathy divine, I'll weep her woes—for they are mine. Driven by my Fate, where'er I go, O'er burning plains, o'er hills of snow; Or, on the bosom of the wave, The howling tempest doom'dto brave,— Where'er my lonely course I bend, Thy image shall my steps attend ; Each object, I am doom'd to see, Shall bid remembrance picture Thee. Yes; I shall view thee in each flow'r, That changes with the transient hour : Thy wand'ring Fancy I shall find Borne on the wings of every wind : Thy wild impetuous Passions trace O'er the white w...