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TO MRS. ROBINSON,

BY THE SAME.

As Lesbos Sappho boasted first in fame!
So peerless muse! thy verse adorns our shore;
So future Bards shall celebrate thy name,
E'en till this little Isle shall be no more!
Then mock the venal titles of a day,
Nor mourn of worldly gifts—a niggard store;
Thy Genius shines with such a vivid ray,
As makes the gems of fortune dimly poor!
For when, in shrouded dust, the dull and vain
Shall moulder, lost, forgotten, or unknown,
The pensive eye shall pour upon thy strain,
And thy illustrious talents proudly own!
Then smile, and know thyself supremely great,
And leave to little souls the pomp of little state!