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INJUNCTION TO D. W. L.
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INJUNCTION TO D. W. L.

WHEN SEPARATED FROM THE OBJECT OF HIS AFFECTION BY THE ERRORS OF HIS OWN CONDUCT.

Ingrate! to whom, at nature's happiest hour,
Was given of heart the prize, of mind the power:
Wit to delight, and virtue to improve,
Much to command, and more to sanction love!
Hence those dove eyes, which charmed thy soul away,
Glance through the transient tear their trembling ray,
Pensive, and sweet, the speaking wanderer's own,
How cold the hope that lives when love is gone.
Hear then that heart—its noblest precept hear—
With lip of fondness dry the impatient tear;
Let whispered passion every wrong remove,
And wake to honour! tenderness and love!