The works, in verse and prose, of the late Robert Treat Paine, Jun. Esq | ||
[True, gentle bard, should lovely Grace]
True, gentle bard, should lovely Grace
On aeronautick pinions rise,
Angels would own their “Sister's” face,
Thrice welcome to her native skies.
On aeronautick pinions rise,
Angels would own their “Sister's” face,
Thrice welcome to her native skies.
But conscious should the nymph remain,
Earth's loud laments would rend their ears:
They'd send the Heroine down again,
To sooth and bless a world in tears.
Earth's loud laments would rend their ears:
They'd send the Heroine down again,
To sooth and bless a world in tears.
The works, in verse and prose, of the late Robert Treat Paine, Jun. Esq | ||