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-Ah now thy barbed shaft, relentless fly,
No guardian sylph, in golden panoply,
Lifts the broad shield, and points the glittering spear.
YOUNGEST DAUGHTER OF LADY * *.
АH! why with tell-tale tongue reveal*
For this presumption, soon or late,
Sing Harriet's cheeks, and Harriet's eyes; And, echoing back her wood-notes wild, -Trace all the mother in the child!
Alluding to some verses which she had written on an elder sister.
A VOICE THAT HAD BEEN LOST.*
Vane, quid affectas faciem mihi ponere, pictor?
Aeris et linguæ sum filia;
Et, si vis similem pingere, pinge sonum.-AUSONIUS.
ONCE more, Enchantress of the soul,
Perhaps to many a desert shore,
In the winter of 1805.
Thy broken murmurs swept along,
Or in the wilds of Ether lost.
Far happier thou! 'twas thine to soar,
Thy triumphs who shall dare explore?
And nursed thy infant years with many a strain from
* Mrs. Sheridan's.
CHILD of the sun! pursue thy rapturous flight, Mingling with her thou lov'st in fields of light; And, where the flowers of Paradise unfold, Quaff fragrant nectar from their cups of gold. There shall thy wings, rich as an evening-sky, Expand and shut with silent ecstasy!
-Yet wert thou once a worm, a thing that crept On the bare earth, then wrought a tomb and slept. And such is man; soon from his cell of clay
To burst a seraph in the blaze of day!