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THE GIAOUR.

"Where purchased masses proffer grace."Go, when the hunter’s hand hath wrung"From forest-cave her shrieking young,"And calm the lonely lioness: iai6

"But soothe not— mock not my distress!

"In earlier days, and calmer hours,

" When heart w ith heart delights to lilCnd,"Where bloom my native valley’s bowers"I had — Ah! have 1 now? —• a friend!".To him tins pledge 1 charge thee send,"Memorial of a voulhful vowj"I would remind 1 him of my end? 1224

"Though souls absorbed like mine allow"Brief thought to distant friendship’s claim,"Yet dear to him my blighted name.

"’Tis strange— he prophesied my doom,"And T have smiled —1 thou could smile —"When Prudence would his voice assume, 1 23 o" And warn — I recked not what— the while:"But now remembrance whispers o’er"Those accents scared) mark'd before.

"Say — that his bodings came to pass , i2J-j"And he will start to hear their truth,"And wish his w’ords had not been sooth:"Tell him, unheeding as 1 was,

"Through many a busy bitter scene"Of all our golden youth had been ,

"In pain, my faultcriug tongue bad tried