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LINES ADDRESSED TO MRS. ROBINSON.

Written by the Author of “Hartford Bridge,” &c. &c. in 1780.

The Seaman, from winds and the fury of seas,
Each harbour will bless where he anchors at ease;
Yet with fonder regard will he eye the wish'd strand
Where his vessel is destin'd and cargo must land.
—So I, dear Maria, on life's ocean tost,
When I cannot keep sea, veer about for the coast,
And praise ev'ry harbour where shelter is found;
But thou art the port where my wishes are bound.
Those wishes accept, and abhorr'd may I be,
If I e'er fram'd a wish that meant evil to thee!
While, restless, from region to region I roam,
My heart, still untravell'd, seeks thee for its home.

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Oh! yield it abode! and, believe me, my fair,
Of this breast thou art tenant, none else harbours there;
There, sweet star of beauty, thy dear image dwells,
Wings the fond pulse of passion, the sigh ever swells,
Gives a tide to the current that bathes the warm heart,
Till, grown to the soul, it becomes e'en a part!
Then yield it abode. Bow, ye monks, and be blest,
The Heav'n I crave is a place in her breast;
And say, breathes a monk who'd in secret reprove
A devotion so true to the altar of love?
Beshrew the cold being whom, rigid and fell,
Nature forms a recluse and devotes to a cell!
Let him melt o'er his relics, at beauty congeal,
And saints praise his apathy, idiots his zeal:
With love in my heart, and with thee in my eye,
What zeal can divinity equal supply?