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SONNET XII. TO A YOUNG LADY LABOURING UNDER A SEVERE ILLNESS.

Emblem of Innocence, the Snowdrop meek,
Around in early spring its fragrance pours;
The firstling fair bends from the wild winds bleak,
Recov'ring with the genial noon-tide hours.
So, child of Virtue! didst thou pour thy song,
By Nature taught, in Solitude's lone grove,
Breathing sweet lays of innocence and love,
Thy “wild notes” charming oft the list'ning throng,
Till pale Disease, to whom e'en kings must bend,
Stole from thy cheek Health's fairest blushing rose:
Yet grieve not, since that Pow'r who marks thy woes
His sorrow-soothing balm to thee may lend,
Bidding those virtues yet a while to bloom,
That, by Religion led, can triumph o'er the tomb.