AIR.

She left her father’s halcyon cot,
    And his heart to sad despair;
And grief and tears were her mother’s lot
    For a mother’s tender care. [Page 137]

She fled from home and every pleasure

    When the bold seducer came;
She never thought how rich a treasure
    Is a maiden’s name.

She little recked how parents languish,
    When a wayward child departs;

How grief and sorrow, pain and anguish,
    Break at length the fondest hearts.

And now she lives a thing degraded,
    Lost to every social tie,
A flowret still, though wrecked and faded,

    Doomed to linger, pine, and die. [Page 138]