Poems on Several Occasions By J. Robertson |
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Written in a Company where DETRACTION engrossed the Conversation.
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Written in a Company where DETRACTION engrossed the Conversation.
Sweet to the scent's the smelling briar,
Yet touch'd it gives us pain;
The streamlet we so much admire,
Is oft distain'd with rain:
Yet touch'd it gives us pain;
The streamlet we so much admire,
Is oft distain'd with rain:
The painting that delights the eye,
To shades its beauty owes;
On the same shrub conjoin'd we spy
The thorn and blushing rose.
To shades its beauty owes;
On the same shrub conjoin'd we spy
The thorn and blushing rose.
No Mortal ever yet was made
From Imperfection free;
Angels themselves have some small shade;—
Heav'n wills it thus should be.
From Imperfection free;
Angels themselves have some small shade;—
Heav'n wills it thus should be.
Mercy to others failings show,
As you wou'd be forgiv'n;
The best man's lot, alas, were Woe,
Were Mercy not in Heaven.
As you wou'd be forgiv'n;
The best man's lot, alas, were Woe,
Were Mercy not in Heaven.
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