 | The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth |  |
DEDICATION OF AN ALBUM.
And is my humble lyre to be
The first that wakes a lay,
To dedicate a book to thee,
Designed for wit and poesy?
Dear lady I obey.
For like this fair unsullied leaf,
Was once thy infant mind;
Save when alternate joy and grief
Flitted across, with stay so brief,
They left no trace behind.
The first that wakes a lay,
To dedicate a book to thee,
Designed for wit and poesy?
Dear lady I obey.
For like this fair unsullied leaf,
Was once thy infant mind;
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Flitted across, with stay so brief,
They left no trace behind.
But genius, wit, and taste refined,
With knowledge, science, art,
Saw the bright tablet of thy mind,
A spotless blank, and all combined
To fill so fair a chart.
And long, I trust, this volume will
Of thee an emblem prove;
While wit and taste its pages fill,
Be every precept they instil
Such as the virtuous love.
With knowledge, science, art,
Saw the bright tablet of thy mind,
A spotless blank, and all combined
To fill so fair a chart.
And long, I trust, this volume will
Of thee an emblem prove;
While wit and taste its pages fill,
Be every precept they instil
Such as the virtuous love.
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