Sonnet to My Beloved Daughter
WHEN FATE in ruthless rage assail’d my breast, And Heaven relentless seal’d the harsh decree; HOPE, placid soother of the mind distress’d; To calm my rending sorrowsgave me THEE. In all the charms of innocence array’d, ’Tis thine to sprinkle patience on my woes; As from thy voice celestial comfort flows, Glancing bright lustre o’er each dreary shade. Still may thy growing REASON’s light divine, Illume with joy my melancholy bow’rs; Still may the beams of sacred VIRTUE shine, To deck thy spring of youth with thornless flow’rs; So shall their splendid attributes combine, To shed soft sunshine on MY WINTRY HOURS.
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