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Amid the reſt, a lovely maid,
Maria height was ſeen;
Lovely her looks, her manners ftaid,
but moſt her mind, I ween.
Did take who ſaw, meek was her mind
as meekeſt infant's ſmiles;
And wiſe as age, nor yet inclin'd
to (illegible text)ming that beguiles.
Nor art nor cunning needed ſhe,
her ſoul was fill'd with grace;
Sincerely good, and nobly free,
her ſoul beam'd in her face.
In deſtin'd hour young Sutherland
beheld the beauteous maid;
Her beauty could the youth withſtand,
ſuch beauty ſo array'd.
Ah, no! her charms, by Virtue dreſt,
did ſeize the hero's heart;
He lov'd, he courted, he was bleſt—
death could them only part:—
Nor that long time!—Lift to my tale,
a tale of love and woe;
If pity in your heart prevail
lift, and a tear beſtow.
Midſt all that worth and wealth combin'd,
which friends and fame confer,
Of pleaſure on the feeling mind,
did live this happy pair.
