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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=407923" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An American Tale</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Ah! pity all the pangs I feel,<br>If pity e'er ye knew;--<br>An aged father's wounds to heal,<br>Through scenes of death I flew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Perhaps my hast'ning steps are vain,<br>Perhaps the warrior dies!--<br>Yet let me soothe each parting pain--<br>Yet lead me where he lies."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus to the list'ning band she calls,<br>Nor fruitless her desire,<br>They lead her, panting, to the walls<br>That hold her captive sire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And is a daughter come to bless<br>These aged eyes once more?<br>Thy father's pains will now be less--<br>His pains will now be o'er!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"My father! by this waning lamp<br>Thy form I faintly trace:--<br>Yet sure thy brow is cold and damp,<br>And pale thy honour'd face!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"In vain thy wretched child is come,<br>She comes too late to save!<br>And only now can share thy doom,<br>And share thy peaceful grave!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soft, as amid the lunar beams<br>The falling shadows bend,<br>Upon the bosom of the streams,<br>So soft her tears descend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Those tears a father ill can bear,<br>He lives, my child, for thee!<br>A gentle youth, with pitying care,<br>Has lent his aid to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Born in the western world, his hand<br>Maintains its hostile cause,<br>And fierce against Britannia's band<br>His erring sword he draws;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Yet feels the captive Briton's woe;<br>For his ennobled mind<br>Forgets the name of Britain's foe,<br>In love of human kind!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Yet know, my child, a dearer tie<br>Has link'd his heart to mine:<br>He mourns with Friendship's holy sigh,<br>The youth belov'd of thine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"But hark! his welcome feet are near--<br>Thy rising grief suppress:<br>By darkness veil'd, he hastens here<br>To comfort and to bless."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Stranger! for that dear father's sake,"<br>She cried, in accents mild,<br>"Who lives by thy kind pity, take<br>The blessings of his child!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"O, if in heaven, my EDWARD'S breast<br>This deed of mercy knew,<br>That gives my tortur'd bosom rest,<br>He sure would bless thee too!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Ah, tell me where my lover fell?<br>The fatal scene recall;<br>His last, dear accents, stranger, tell,<br>O, haste and tell me all!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Say, if he gave to love the sigh,<br>That set his spirit free?<br>Say, did he raise his closing eye,<br>As if it sought for me?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Ask not," her father cried, "to know<br>What, known, were added pain;<br>Nor think, my child, the tale of woe<br>Thy softness can sustain."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Though every joy with EDWARD fled,<br>When EDWARD'S friend is near<br>It soothes my breaking heart," she said,<br>"To tell those joys were dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"The western ocean roll'd in vain<br>Its parting waves between,<br>My EDWARD brav'd the dang'rous main,<br>And bless'd our native scene.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Soft Isis heard his artless tale,<br>Ah, stream for ever dear!<br>Whose waters, as they pass'd the vale,<br>Receiv'd a lover's tear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"How could a heart that virtue lov'd,<br>(And sure that heart is mine)<br>Lamented youth! behold unmov'd,<br>The virtues that were thine?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Calm, as the surface of the lake,<br>When all the winds are still;<br>Mild, as the beams of morning break,<br>When first they light the hill;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"So calm was his unruffled soul,<br>Where no rude passion strove;<br>So mild his soothing accents stole,<br>Upon the ear of love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Where are the dear illusions fled<br>Which sooth'd my former hours?<br>Where is the path that fancy spread,<br>Ah, vainly spread with flowers?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I heard the battle's fearful sounds,<br>They seem'd my lover's knell--<br>I heard that, pierc'd with ghastly wounds,<br>My vent'rous lover fell!--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"My sorrows shall with life endure,<br>For he I lov'd is gone;<br>But something tells my heart, that sure<br>My life will not be long."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"My panting soul can bear no more,"<br>The youth impatient cried;<br>" 'Tis EDWARD bids thy griefs be o'er,<br>My love! my destin'd bride!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"The life which Heav'n preserv'd, how blest,<br>How fondly priz'd by me!<br>Since dear to my AMELIA'S breast,<br>Since valued still by thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"My father saw my constant pain<br>When thee I left behind,<br>Nor longer will his power restrain<br>The ties my soul would bind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And soon thy honor'd sire shall cease<br>The captive's lot to bear;<br>And we, my love, will soothe to peace<br>His griefs, with filial care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Then come for ever to my soul!<br>AMELIA come, and prove<br>How calm our blissful years will roll<br>Along, a life of love!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Helen+Maria+Williams">Helen Maria Williams</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=407923" data-title="An American Tale de Helen Maria Williams" data-description=""Ah! 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