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17^ THE WORDS OF WOE.
hall has often given reft to the weary ; ani
will thy narrow dwelling refufe to admit the
wife of thy youth ? — ftie who was wont to re-
joice when the departing fun faluted the weft-
ern hill; becaufe her hunter returned at night.
He returned in the ftrength of his beauty.
His panting hounds came before ; his loaded
followers behind. She who waited thy co-
ming at Crayemore, whofe breall glowed at
thy approach, calls : — Wilt thou not hear. —
Speak, ye tenants of the grave I Your ciies
will be fweet unto me. The hufband of my
youth, the father of my children, is amongft
you; he will protedt me. — But no children
are mine. They alfo walk before the moon
"without a fiiadow *.— Why fo mercilefs to me,
O ^rave ! Thou haft wained from me th€ af-
fedlions of thofe whom my breaft has fuckled-;
and wilt thou not permit them to anfwer me
in b'ndnefs?
Chief
• The antients were perfeflly convinced, that, although
the ghods of deceafcd perfons wandered abroad, their bo-
dies ftill remained in the grave. With very good rcafcn,
therefore, they concluded, that, where there was nafub-
flaucc, there could be no (hadow.

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