Sketches in verse with prose illustrations. By Mr. Polwhele. Second edition, with several additional pieces |
SONG. TO ANNA. |
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SONG. TO ANNA.
See, Anna, see yon orb of light
Diffuse the genial beam:
All feel a vivifying heat,
Tho' none in the extreme.
Diffuse the genial beam:
All feel a vivifying heat,
Tho' none in the extreme.
But in a
burning-glass collect
The widely-radiant fires,
And turn them on a mortal man:
In flames the wretch expires.
The widely-radiant fires,
And turn them on a mortal man:
In flames the wretch expires.
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So, while the rays that light thine eyes,
Alike on all are thrown;
To all they give a gentle warmth,
A heat intense to none.
Alike on all are thrown;
To all they give a gentle warmth,
A heat intense to none.
Yet, Anna, summon up thy charms,
Tho' fierce the effulgence be!
Yet—yet direct them to a point;
And find that point—in me.
Tho' fierce the effulgence be!
Yet—yet direct them to a point;
And find that point—in me.
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