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Poem by Charlotte Turner Smith


Sonnet 28. To Friendship


THOU! whose name too often is profaned;
Whose charms celestial, few have hearts to feel;
Unknown to Folly--and by Pride disdain'd!
--To thy soft solace may my sorrows steal!
Like the fair moon, thy mild and genuine ray
Through life's long evening shall unclouded last;
While pleasure's frail attachments fleet away,
As fades the rainbow from the northern blast!
'Tis thine, O Nymph! with 'balmy hands to bind'
The wounds inflicted in misfortune's storm,
And blunt severe affliction's sharpest dart!
--'Tis thy pure spirit warms my Anna's mind,
Beams through the pensive softness of her form,
And holds its altar--on her spotless heart! 



Charlotte Turner Smith


Charlotte Turner Smith's other poems:
  1. Sonnet 32. To Melancholy. Written on the Banks of the Arun, October, 1785
  2. Sonnet 26. To the River Arun
  3. Sonnet 55. The Return of the Nightingale. Written in May, 1791
  4. Sonnet 15. From Petrarch (WHERE the green leaves exclude the summer beam)
  5. Sonnet 10. To Mrs. G***


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