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TO A YOUNG LADY,
 
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TO A YOUNG LADY,

With a miniature volume of Montgomery's Poems, as published in Boston, 1807.

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[A JUVENILE PRODUCTION.]

Accept, lovely maiden, this little bequest,
An advocate certain my suit to obtain;
To the generous, feeling, susceptible breast,
The muse of Montgomery plead not in vain.
And when that sweet eye of cerulean hue,
Drops the warm tear of pity for virtue distressed,
Then think of the donor, whose sympathy true,
The number thou shed'st will engrave on his breast.
While Switzerland's Wanderer draws on the heart
For the tribute which sentiment e'er must bestow;
Then think of thy friend, in a far distant part,
A Wanderer press'd with his portion of wo.
And when o'er the Grave thou art bending with pain,
But a pain not unmingled with pensive delight,
Let one gem of pity be shed for the swain
Who is buried to pleasure, when banished thy sight.
While the tones of the Lyre brighten sadness to joy,
And thou hearest with rapture its solacing lays,
Remember the youth whose delightful employ
Is to sing to his lyre while it warbles thy praise.

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The Remonstrance to Winter is heard and obeyed,
And Flora unfolds every beautiful hue;
But remember, tho' nature in spring is arrayed,
To me all is winter while absent from you.
The Fowler's simplicity cannot but please,
Religion has beauties that never decay;
E'en Grief has its Joy, and anguish finds ease,
In listening to pious Montgomery's lay.
Alexandria's Battle admire, not approve,
But haste from the scene to the Pillow for rest;
On the pinion of fancy then pensively rove,
But let thy friend's image still dwell in thy breast.
View Brown with compassion, breathe pity's soft sigh,
For sorrows unmerited, cruel, unjust;
But smile on the Thunder-storm rolling on high,
'Tis the voice of thy God, but he wars not with dust.
Hail the brave Volunteers of Albion's isle,
And cherish the patriot glow in thy breast;
St. Mark's ancient Vigil a tear may beguile,
Thy friend then remember, like Edwin distressed.
Remember thy friend—is the donor's request,
And this Advocate proffers his suit to obtain;
To the generous, feeling, susceptible breast,
The muse of Montgomery pleads not in vain.