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312 sos N ZTs. XVIII. THE LOVE, THAT CANNOT DIE. Ou, dearer than the dearest, thro' this sea Of doubts, and troubles, and perplexing fears, Where my frail bark, with trembling caution, steers, What is't, that guides me, but the love of thee ? 'Tis said, that love? with time, will cease to be, But mine has stood the silent lapse of years, Uudimm'd by absence--uneffaced by tears, Yea, deeper grayed by all my misery ! They said I should forget thee?did they kn?w The depth and'uature of a love, like mine ? That there are streams, which cannot cease to flow, That there are rays, which must. for ever shine ? Alas, their eyes are ever 6x'd below ! What should they rech, or ken of thiogs divine ? ......... ?Google
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