Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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TO MY LITTLE VICTORIA.
My child—my little bird!—mine own sweet child!—Oh! thee, a happy, happy thing I style!—
Thy life is half a sleep and half a smile,
A dream and a delight, and yet how wild,
How rugged-rude, the world's rocks darkly piled—
The desolate wilderness of life, the while—
Around thee spread! yet may these ne'er despoil
Thy heart of Peace,—the mighty, though the mild!
Oh! baseless wish! Oh! hopeless—hopeless prayer!—
The rather let me ask, in worthier way,
That thou may'st aided be to cope with care—
To face the front of darkness and dismay,—
Not left alone to battle with Despair—
This let me humbly ask, and meekly deeply pray!
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