TO MRS. A. T.
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BY DR. JNO. C. M’CABE.
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I would, oh! gentle lady, that the minstrel’s art were mine,
I’d weave a wreath of poesy as an off’ring at thy shrine;
But my wild and tuneless harp in vain essays its meed to bring,
And the brooding spirit of despair has hushed each trembling string.
In vain, in vain I’ve tried to wake some gentle lay for thee,