DISCOVERED IN A FRIEND’S GARDEN BY FIDEL.
MILD evening comes, nor does a breeze prevail
To waft the rose’s perfume on the gale.
With my loved mistress now I quit the dome,
Where Taste and Fancy find a polish’d home,
And pensively, within the garden’s bound,
With beauty charm’d, we take our silent round,
Where the clear river pours its winding stream,
And the broad tree betrays the partial beam;
Where light, and shade, in chequer’d mazes spread,
And bending branches sweep the wanderer’s head;
Through grass and flowers I run and careless stray,
Nor knew the shade conceal’d the tomb of Tray.
Poor Tray! thy merits on the tablet graved,
This sweet memorial, e’en from death has saved.
Yet ah! when I have lived and served as well,
My long-loved mistress then may haply tell
The fond attachment of her lost Fidel.
(Mrs. Walter Spencer)
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