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TO AN INFANT.
Ah cease thy Tears and Sobs, my little Life!
Break Friendship's Mirror with a tetchy blow,
O thou that rearest with celestial aim
w RITTEN AT SHURTON BARS, NEAR BRIDG Ew At ER, SEPTEMBER, 1795, IN ANswer to A LETTER FROM BRISTOL.
Good verse most good, and bad verse then seems better
NoF travels my meandering eye
O ever present to my view
Beloved Woman I did you fly
But why with sable wand unblessed
I felt it prompt the tender Dream, When slowly sunk the day's last gleam; You roused each gentler sense
As sighing o'er the Blossom's bloom
And hark, my Love! The sea-breeze moans
Dark reddening from the channelled Isle"
Even there—beneath that light-house tower-
* The Holmes, in the Bristol Channel.