Poems by Bernard Barton | ||
A POSTSCRIPT.
Such was the strain which, years ago,
My Muse of thee recorded:
Those years have but conspir'd to show
How justly 'twas awarded.
My Muse of thee recorded:
Those years have but conspir'd to show
How justly 'twas awarded.
Some plaudits which thy sex have gain'd
In time have prov'd unfounded;
But well hast thou the hopes maintain'd
On which my own were grounded.
In time have prov'd unfounded;
But well hast thou the hopes maintain'd
On which my own were grounded.
Poems by Bernard Barton | ||