Poem by Mary Robinson

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.

1. Sonnet 38. Oh Sigh
2. Sonnet 28. Weak Is the Sophistry
3. Stanzas Written under an Oak in Windsor Forest
4. Male Fashions for 1799
5. Sonnet 41. Yes, I Will Go

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