Mary Anne Browne Poems

FAIR maiden! who art thou?
Who, with uplifted brow,
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Monarch of mountains! in thy cloudy robe,
Thou sit'st secure upon thy craggy throne,
Seeming to lord it over half the globe,
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My Harp had long hung on a withering tree,-
The snow lay around it, and loud howl'd the blast ;
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Oh ! how I love to stand on some high rock,
And gaze upon the foaming wild abyss
Of Ocean - all unshaken by the shock
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Oh, believe not, my dearest, I ever could leave thee,
Or cause thee to weep when life sinks in decay ;
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Oh, why say that Woman is faithless and light,
And that wisdom alone to thy sex is confined ;
That her heart is as false as her beauty is bright,
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Martyr to genius ! rude misfortune's blast
Oft sear'd thee, as thy lowly cot it pass'd ;-
The threatening tempests darkly o'er thee gloom'd,
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How shall we stand before the Lord?
How shall we speak ...
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THOU art my strength, Thou great and holy God!
Almighty and all-merciful! Thy hand
Hath guided me when tremblingly I trod,
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THE glow of sunset lingers yet
Upon the city's distant walls;
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