Wit and humor > Hodge of the mill, or, An old woman clothed in grey

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He was all my fond heart e'er defir'd,
he was all that was gen’rous & brave,
What pity the charms I admir'd,
from death had not power to fave.
But juft as the day did approach,
to give the; dear youth to my arms,
Fromthewater theybrought mehiscorpfc
how faded were all his gay charms.
As the Idly, when drooping with rain,
dejedledly hangs down his head.
So languifh his beautiful cheek,
and all it’s vermilion was fled.
His voice, that as mufic was fweet,
no more l enraptur’d {hall hear,
No more the fond Twain {hall repeat,
a tale of fofr. love in my ear.
Convey the dear youth to his grave,
left the beautiful form l adore,
Yet one filent kifs let me have,
for, alas ! I lhall fee him no more.
Ye maidens attend on his beir,
andftrew all the path-way with flow’rs,
And oh ! ye kind Deities hear! tours!
may their loves be more happy than
As for me, I will henceforth beware,
how in love I engage my fond heart;
For though love’is a joy, how fevere
is the pang from a lover to part.
finis.