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Here the soft maid, mIiosc plighted vow is past 

 To him she fondly loves, with Avhom at last 

 She hopes to pass her happiest hours of life, 

 May read each duty which adorns a wife 



\_Turmng to the Queen. 

 Reflected from the throne, where rank and birth 

 Shed the soft lustre of domestic worth. 

 Or would a daughter's heart enquire the way 

 How best she may a parent's care repay, 



[Twning to the Princesscf: 

 Believe me, ladies, when I turn to you, 

 To pay the tribute to your virtues due, 

 I am no aftress here, it' from its lid 

 The tear of admiration start unbid ; 

 There are rewards a King may call his own, 

 Briglrter than all the jewels of his throne; 

 Bought by a life in deeds of virtue spent, "j 



Which, firm as adamant, on Heaven intent, l 

 Was never from its course of duty bent. J 



Forgive ray tongue thus prattling out of time, 

 Like sweet bells jingling on unmeasur'd chime; 

 Since 'tis the fulness of my joy that speaks. 

 The heart thro' forms of ceremony breaks; 

 For who can sec a King whose virtues blend, 

 Which deck the Father, Monarch, and the Friend, 

 And not, by Nature's magic sympathy, 

 Recall at once some fond congenial tie? 

 Then trust me, Sir, henceforth, when tempests roar. 

 And the winds whistle through my cottage door, 

 While in my solitary bed Fm laid. 

 And fears for Tom ray anxious soul invade. 

 The thought that 'tis for you my sailor braves 

 The battle's danger, and the stormy waves, 

 Shall make my heart with patriot ardour burn. 

 And hope anticipate his glad return. 



So now farewell; but oh, may all, next year, 

 A'^ain with merry hearts assemble here. 

 Once more to view their happy Sovereign prove 

 His Queen's, his Children's, and h'n People's love! 



TO 



