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Poems (Rice)/To Mrs. L———

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4528592Poems — To Mrs. L——Maria Theresa Rice
TO MRS, L———.
AGAIN in the temple, sweet lady; but why,
May I ask, art thou clad in that sorrowing dress?
I never had learned the destroyer came nigh
To take from thine arms what thou lovedst to caress;
'Mid the pause of responses, again and again
I fancied I caught a grief-stricken sigh,
Thrilling alike my own bosom with pain,
While words from the pastor ascended on high.

Again in the temple, sweet lady; O, say,
What changes came o'er thee to sadden thy brow?
When sympathy moves me, its voice I obey,
Thy pardon I crave for intruding just now:
This place, to thee sacred, so precious to all,
Has a charm, a repose, which I cannot define;
'T will ever the past and its pictures recall,
Uniting the heart with the loved, the divine.