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Miscellanies in Prose and Verse

By Mrs. Catherine Jemmat
 

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To CELIA.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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To CELIA.

Thou fairest excellence of heav'n,
To thee my grateful thanks I give;
To thee, like that, it sure is giv'n,
To bless with hope, and bid us dare to live.
Yet, CELIA, tell, why so austere,
Dost thou my real meaning wrest?
O charming maid, be not severe,
But calm, with wish'd-for peace, my troubl'd breast.
How chearful were my former days,
My life, oh, CELIA, how serene!
Alas! how chang'd, depriv'd of ease,
I mourning wander o'er the once-lov'd plain!
My dearest friends I fearful fly,
And from their prying sight remove;
Then peace of mind to gain I try,
Yet deeper plunge in th' abyss of love.

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Then cease my anguish to beguile,
Let me at least thy charms adore;
With pity on my fortune smile,
Desponding now, and lost, I ask no more.