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TO
ROBERT SOUTHEY, ESQ.
Oh! laurel'd bard, how can I part,
Those cheering smiles no more to see,
Until my soothed and solaced heart
Pours forth one grateful lay to thee?
Those cheering smiles no more to see,
Until my soothed and solaced heart
Pours forth one grateful lay to thee?
Fair virtue tuned thy youthful breath,
And peace and pleasure bless thee now;
For love and beauty guard the wreath
That blooms upon thy manly brow.
And peace and pleasure bless thee now;
For love and beauty guard the wreath
That blooms upon thy manly brow.
The Indian, leaning on his bow,
On hostile cliff, in desert drear,
Cast with less joy his glance below,
When came some friendly warrior near;
On hostile cliff, in desert drear,
Cast with less joy his glance below,
When came some friendly warrior near;
The native dove of that warm isle
Where oft, with flowers, my lyre was drest,
Sees with less joy the sun awhile
When vertic rains have drenched her nest,
Where oft, with flowers, my lyre was drest,
Sees with less joy the sun awhile
When vertic rains have drenched her nest,