The Columbian Songtser, Song

Why stands the tear in Mara's eye, And why that touching, pensive air; For whom, dear Mara, dost thou sigh, For whom let fall that virgin tear?

Say hath some youth to virtue lost, Beguil'd thee of thy tender heart, Then of thy favors made his boast, And pierc'd thee with detraction's dart?

If so, dear Mara, check the sigh, That rises from thy wounded heart; No longer let thy dewy eye, The tale of inward grief impart.

The youth who slights thy virgin love, And throws detraction's venom'd dart; Believe me, Mara, soon will prove, What anguish rends a guilty heart!