Poems (Sewell)/To * * * * * * * *

by Mary Young Sewell

To * * * * * * * * WRITTEN AT NORTH HINTON.

Cold was the blast, remote the dwelling,
 And winter struck a deep dismay;
Yet, spite of fogs and storms repelling,
 Good-nature found the dreary way.

Oh thou! whose kind benignant pleasure,
 Is social blessings to impart,
May ev'ry Muse attend thy leisure,
 That warms the fancy or the heart!

May Cowper's friend—beware of Pindar!—
 The gentle hint of Truth allow:—
Discretion ne'er one leaf shall hinder,
 That Genius twines around his brow.

Since, gloomy Solitude to lighten,
 Thy friendly gen'rous care can be,
Oh! may her aspect never frighten,
 Or raise a gloomy thought in thee!