Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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[Nature! where'er thou art we there may find]
Nature! where'er thou art we there may findFood for the thought most healthful, and partake
Of pleasure all but heavenly—and e'en slake
That thirst for Knowledge which devours the mind.
Alas! how often prove we deaf and blind—
To thee, dear mother-monitress!—then wake
Too late!—to ourselves some wretched idol make,
That shall betray us when Hope proves unkind!—
Thou with munificence' profusion so
Dost bless us oft; but men, unthankful men,
Poor sordid niggards to themselves, thus throw
Away thy gifts and blessings—grove and glen
The while re-echoing to the sighs that flow
From the unwise heart—again and oft again!
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