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TO MRS. R.———1826.
Where is that smile of sparkling light
That played o'er thy fair brow?
The radiance of the heart's delight,—
In vain we seek it now.
That played o'er thy fair brow?
The radiance of the heart's delight,—
In vain we seek it now.
When life's bright morn unfolding bloomed,
Luxuriant to the view,
Then fancy every scene illumed,
With rapture ever new.
Luxuriant to the view,
Then fancy every scene illumed,
With rapture ever new.
While pure as morn's first orient dawn
Thy gentle virtues glowed,
And, soft as shades of eve advance,
Thy placid minutes flowed.
Thy gentle virtues glowed,
And, soft as shades of eve advance,
Thy placid minutes flowed.
Thy modest look and playful air
Of innocence and ease—
A winning native grace was there,
That taught each word to please.
Of innocence and ease—
A winning native grace was there,
That taught each word to please.
While the rich music of thy voice,
In soft endearing tone,
Could bid the care-worn heart rejoice,
And hope's sweet influence own.
In soft endearing tone,
Could bid the care-worn heart rejoice,
And hope's sweet influence own.
