 | New Poems by George Crabbe |  |
First there is Mirth, mere Gaity of heart,
She can some tokens of content display,
But acts with too much spirit in her part,
And that performed, she vanishes away.
She can some tokens of content display,
But acts with too much spirit in her part,
And that performed, she vanishes away.
| New Poems by George Crabbe | |