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SONNET IN THE MANNER OF PETRARCH.

TO MISS CRACROFT.
1765.
On thy fair morn, O hope-inspiring May!
The sweetest twins that ever Nature bore,
Where Hackthorn's vale her field-flower-garland wore,
Young Love and Fancy met the genial day.
And, all as on the thyme-green bank I lay,
A nymph of gentlest mien their train before,
Came with a smile; and Swain, she cried, no more
To pensive sorrow tune thy hopeless lay.
Friends of thy heart, see Love and Fancy bring
Each joy that youth's enchanted bosom warms!
Delight that rifles all the fragrant spring!
Fair-handed Hope, that paints unfading charms!
And dove-like Faith, that waves her silver wing.—
These, Swain, are thine; for Nancy meets thy arms.