TO ——.

Meekness, Sincerity, and Candour, seem

Enshrined in that sweet smile, and calm, clear brow;

Nor less within thy blue eye’s witching beam,

Affection warm, and Sympathy with wo;

Goodness and Grace ineffable illume

Thy mien:—when Music melts thy thrilling tone,

How could my heart its magic pow’r disown?

Thy siren strains oft snatch me from the gloom,

The dream-like forms, the anguish, and turmoil,

That haunt the Past. Alas! too soon again—

As on yon stormy strand the seas recoil,

Some weed sweeps back into its wave-worn den [^[15]]—

Wild Mem’ry’s spells resume their wonted might,

And sternly shroud me from thy world of light!