In mix'd emotions!—Though departing hence,

After the storms of a tempestuous life,

Tho' I was entering the wish'd-for port,

Where all is peace, all bliss, and endless joy,

Yet here contented I can linger still

To view thy goodness, and applaud thy deeds,

Thou author of my life?—Did ever parent

Thus call his child before?—my heart's too full,

My old fond heart runs o'er; it aches with joy.

Eup. Alas! too much you over-rate your daughter;

Nature and duty call'd me—Oh! my father,

How didst thou bear thy long, long suff'rings? How

Endure their barb'rous rage?

Eva. My foes but did

To this old frame, what Nature's hand must do.

In the worst hour of pain, a voice still whisper'd me,

"Rouse thee, Evander; self-acquitting conscience[Pg 36]

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"Declares thee blameless, and the gods behold thee."

I was but going hence by mere decay,

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