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STANZAS.
TO MRS.---, ON THE BIRTH OF HER SON.
1.
As kindles the morningO'er Spring's op'ning roses,
So,hope's ray adorning,
Affection reposes
On Infancy's blossom;
The spring time of being—
How throbs the fond bosom,
No dangers foreseeing!
2.
But mists hide the morning,And chill the sweet flower,
And fancy's fair structure
Oft falls in an hour;
Or pleasures may poison
Youth's promise the fairest,
As canker-worms crawl o'er
The rose that's the rarest.
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3.
Vice, as the mildew,Blights virtues divinest—
And cold frosts of av'rice
Freeze feelings the finest;
Dew-drops of sorrow
On softest cheeks gather;
Nor dawns there a morrow,
But warm wishes wither.
4.
And life's fairy visionFloats gaily—to perish!
But still an Elysian,
Unfading, we'll cherish—
See Penitence triumph,
Her follies forgiven;
And Faith mounting upward
With wing plumed for heaven.
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