 | The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth |  |
LADY, ACCEPT THIS LITTLE BOOK.
Lady, accept this little book,
A trifling token of regard,
And when upon these lines you look,
Bestow one thought upon the bard.
'T is friendship prompts the humble lay,
From flattery's heartless fictions free,
Which only simply means to say,
He dedicates the book to thee.
A trifling token of regard,
And when upon these lines you look,
Bestow one thought upon the bard.
'T is friendship prompts the humble lay,
From flattery's heartless fictions free,
Which only simply means to say,
He dedicates the book to thee.
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The morn of life is fair and bright,
And childhood's path is strewed with flowers,
While fragrant gems of sparkling light,
Are scattered from the light-winged hours.
Youth revels in the Eden scene,
Diversified with hills and slope,
And strays among the arbors green,
Led by the hand of smiling hope.
And childhood's path is strewed with flowers,
While fragrant gems of sparkling light,
Are scattered from the light-winged hours.
Youth revels in the Eden scene,
Diversified with hills and slope,
And strays among the arbors green,
Led by the hand of smiling hope.
But disappointment's chilling blast,
On passion's wave destructive beat,
Ere mid-day comes, too often cast,
The blighted beauties at our feet.
Yet, still, dear girl, whate'er betide,
Though flowers may fade as soon as blown,
Let virtue be thy constant guide,
And happiness thy own.
On passion's wave destructive beat,
Ere mid-day comes, too often cast,
The blighted beauties at our feet.
Yet, still, dear girl, whate'er betide,
Though flowers may fade as soon as blown,
Let virtue be thy constant guide,
And happiness thy own.
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