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Poem by Mary Robinson


Stanzas to a Friend


AH! think no more that Lifes delusive joys,
Can charm my thoughts from FRIENDSHIPS dearer claim;
Or wound a heart, that scarce a wish employs,
For age to censure, or discretion blame. 

Tird of the world, my weary mind recoils
From splendid scenes, and transitory joys;
From fell Ambitions false and fruitless toils,
From hope that flatters, and from bliss that cloys. 

With THEE, above the taunts of empty pride,
The rigid frowns to youthful error given;
Content in solitude my griefs Ill hide,
Thy voice my counsellorthy smiles my Heaven. 

With thee Ill hail the morns returning ray,
Or climb the dewy mountain bleak and cold; 
On the smooth lake observe the sun-beams play,
Or mark the infant flowrs their buds unfold. 

Pleasd will I watch the glittring queen of Night
Spread her white mantle oer the face of Heaven;
And from thy converse snatch the pure delight,
By truth sublime to MENTAL feeling given. 

And as the varying seasons glide away,
This moral lesson shall my bosom learn,
How TIME steals on, while blissful hours decay
Like fleeting shadows;NEVER to return. 

And when I see thy warm unspotted mind,
Torn with the wound of broken FRIENDSHIPS dart;
When sickness chills thy breast with pangs unkind,
Or ruthless sorrow preys upon thy heart; 

The task be MINE to soothe thee to repose,
To check the sigh, and wipe the trickling tear,
Or with soft SYMPATHY to share thy woes;
O, proudest rapture of the soul sincere ! 

And ye who flutter thro the vacant hour,
Where tasteless Apathys empoisond wand
Arrests the vagrant sense with numbing powr,
While vanquishd REASON bows at her command. 

O say, what bliss can transient Life bestow,
What balm so grateful to the social mind,
As FRIENDSHIPS voicewhere gentle precepts flow
From the blest source of sentiment refind? 

When FATES stern hand shall close my weeping eye,
And seal, at length, my wandring spirits doom;
Oh! may kind FRIENDSHIP catch my parting sigh, 
And cheer with HOPE the terrors of the TOMB.



Mary Robinson


Mary Robinson's other poems:
  1. Sonnet 24. O Thou! Meek Orb
  2. Stanzas Written under an Oak in Windsor Forest
  3. The Widows Home
  4. To Cesario
  5. Sonnet 44. Here Droops the Muse


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