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FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD.
Nor man can pause, but in thy will must grow,
And, as his roots within more deep extend,
He shall o'er sons of sons his branches throw,
And to the latest born his shadows lend;
Nor know in thee disease nor length of days,
But lift his head for ever in thy praise.
And, as his roots within more deep extend,
He shall o'er sons of sons his branches throw,
And to the latest born his shadows lend;
Nor know in thee disease nor length of days,
But lift his head for ever in thy praise.
THE MORNING WALK, OR THE STOLEN BLUSH.
Never tell me that cheek is not painted, false maid!
'Tis a fib, though your pretty lip parts while I say
And if the cheat were not already betray'd,
Those exquisite blushes themselves would betray it;
'Tis a fib, though your pretty lip parts while I say
And if the cheat were not already betray'd,
Those exquisite blushes themselves would betray it;
But listen! This morning you rose ere the dawn,
To keep an appointment, perhaps—with Apollo;
And, finding a fairy footprint on the lawn
Which I could not mistake, I determined to follow.
To keep an appointment, perhaps—with Apollo;
And, finding a fairy footprint on the lawn
Which I could not mistake, I determined to follow.
To the hillside I track'd it, and, tripping above me,
Her sun-ringlets flying and jewell'd with dew,
A maiden I saw! Now the truth, if you love me—
But why should I question—I'm sure it was you.
Her sun-ringlets flying and jewell'd with dew,
A maiden I saw! Now the truth, if you love me—
But why should I question—I'm sure it was you.
And you cannot deny you were met in ascending—
I, meanwhile, pursuing my truant by stealth—
By a blooming young seraph, who turn'd, and, attending
Your steps, said her name was the Spirit of Health.
I, meanwhile, pursuing my truant by stealth—
By a blooming young seraph, who turn'd, and, attending
Your steps, said her name was the Spirit of Health.
Meantime, through the mist of transparent vermilion
That suddenly flooded the brow of the hill,
All fretted with gold rose Aurora's pavilion,
Illumining meadow, and mountain, and rill.
That suddenly flooded the brow of the hill,
All fretted with gold rose Aurora's pavilion,
Illumining meadow, and mountain, and rill.