Poems on Several Occasions By Mary Masters |
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To Marinda, on the New-year, being the first Year of her Marriage.
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To Marinda, on the New-year, being the first Year of her Marriage.
Since you, Marinda, whom I dearest prize,
Must live secluded from my longing Eyes;
With-held by Absence from my friendly Arms,
And leave me only Images of Charms:
Vain is my Voice, that would my Thoughts impart,
And shew the tender Dictates of my Heart.
In vain I strive, with Friendship's fondest Phrase,
To speak my Kindness, and enhance thy Praise:
The flying Sound, too weak to reach so far,
Dies in its Progress and is lost in Air.
The Task does chiefly to the Pen belong,
And the drench'd Quill must aid the failing Tongue:
This Paper must my Substitute appear,
To bring you Greeting on the New-born Year.
Must live secluded from my longing Eyes;
With-held by Absence from my friendly Arms,
And leave me only Images of Charms:
Vain is my Voice, that would my Thoughts impart,
And shew the tender Dictates of my Heart.
In vain I strive, with Friendship's fondest Phrase,
To speak my Kindness, and enhance thy Praise:
The flying Sound, too weak to reach so far,
Dies in its Progress and is lost in Air.
The Task does chiefly to the Pen belong,
And the drench'd Quill must aid the failing Tongue:
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To bring you Greeting on the New-born Year.
O may each Hour of its distinguish'd Round
Pass smiling by, with Health and Pleasure crown'd.
Be Thine, whatever happy Mortals know;
Round thy fair Head may endless Blessings flow:
Far from thy Breast may ev'ry Care remove,
But what arises from endearing Love:
May'st thou enjoy, whate'er thy Heart desires;
And blest with all thy virt'ous Soul requires,
See the whole Year with new Delights draw on,
And know no Pain, but that which brings a Son.
Pass smiling by, with Health and Pleasure crown'd.
Be Thine, whatever happy Mortals know;
Round thy fair Head may endless Blessings flow:
Far from thy Breast may ev'ry Care remove,
But what arises from endearing Love:
May'st thou enjoy, whate'er thy Heart desires;
And blest with all thy virt'ous Soul requires,
See the whole Year with new Delights draw on,
And know no Pain, but that which brings a Son.
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