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ON HAYLEY'S LIFE OF COWPER.

Oh speak no more of Fiction's painted woes!
Her laboured scenes are colourless and cold;
Her high-wrought sorrows are but dull repose,
Beside the tale that simple Truth has told.
O'er the sad Poet dead shall Pity weep,
Weep tears of anguish, such as mothers shed
O'er the poor infant, when its paling lip
Moves with a last faint smile; when droops the head,
And the imploring eyes look up once more
To her, whose fondness can no aid dispense!
'Tis well there is a Higher World, where soar
The accepted hopes of suffering Innocence!