UNREQUITED LOVE
Lone in yon dark sequester'd grove,
Poor hapless strays;
A prey to ill-requited love,
He spends his joyless days:
Ah! Cruel Jessie, couldst thou know
What worthy heart was thine,
Thou ne'er hadst wrong'd poor Lubin so,
Nor left that heart to pine.
Tannahill
