Christian Milne Poems

THIS life still teems with real ills,
To give complaining scope;
Then why should I anticipate,
While there's a ray of hope?
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A TALE.

ON her lov'd infant, as it sleeping lies,
Ah! little does the tender mother know,
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ON AN ELDERLY LADY WHOM I THEN SERVED.
WHY am I destin'd here to stay,
Excluded from the world that's gay;
Confinement, and a brawling tongue,
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COME ! rosy Health, with smiling face!
Thou chiefest gift to human race--
Tinge with thy glow my pallid cheek,
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SEE how Britannia droops her head,
This gloomy hour she sees,
And weeps to find AUGUSTUS laid
Depriv'd of health and ease.
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HAIL ! beauteous Spring; thy smiling face
Once made me more than blest,
When Fancy taught me that I held
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Now Winter's chilling frosts are o'er,
And cold bleak winds assail no more;
The fleecy snow no more is seen,
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STAY here, my worldly Works and cares,
Till I, approaching, see,
And taste how good is Jacob's GOD ,
Who meets this day with me!
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I'M gratify'd to think that you
Should wish to see my Songs,
As few would read my Book, who knew
To whom this Book belongs.
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THE quills and kind epistle came,
Which you in goodness sent me;
I'm at a loss due thanks to frame
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