Part 15 (1/1)

Fancy from joy still wanders far astray.

Ah Melancholy, how I feel thy power!

Long have I laboured to elude thy sway-- But 'tis enough, for I resist no more.

The traveller thus, that o'er the midnight waste, Through many a lonesome path is doomed to roam, Wildered and weary sits him down at last; For long the night, and distant far his home.

FINIS.