 | The poems, odes, songs, and other metrical effusions, of Samuel Woodworth |  |
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THE OLD MAID'S COMPLAINT,
OR THE PUFF POSITIVE.
I've seen the blushing garden drest
In all the boasted pride of art;
With nature's gayest beauties blest,
Combined to captivate the heart.
In all the boasted pride of art;
With nature's gayest beauties blest,
Combined to captivate the heart.
I've seen the florist's skill employ'd
The chosen favourite plants to rear,
Screen their sweet forms, when storms annoy'd,
And guard them from each danger near.
The chosen favourite plants to rear,
Screen their sweet forms, when storms annoy'd,
And guard them from each danger near.
And I have seen a lonely flower,
Neglected by the florist's care,
Exposed to all the blasting power
Of tempests, frosts, and wintry air.
Neglected by the florist's care,
Exposed to all the blasting power
Of tempests, frosts, and wintry air.
Such is our lot—condemn'd to prove
The worst malignity of fate,
Estranged from the delights of love,
Exposed to ridicule and hate.
The worst malignity of fate,
Estranged from the delights of love,
Exposed to ridicule and hate.
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But, ah! in vain we still assign,
To Heaven or Fate, the cruel cause;
It springs not from the will divine,
And chance denies it in her laws.
To Heaven or Fate, the cruel cause;
It springs not from the will divine,
And chance denies it in her laws.
When first we bloom'd, no magic art
The charms which nature gave improved;
But now Desborus can impart
Charms so bewitching, all are loved.
The charms which nature gave improved;
But now Desborus can impart
Charms so bewitching, all are loved.
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