Samuel Rogers

(30 July 1763 – 18 December 1855)

The Youngest Daughter Of Lady **** - Poem by Samuel Rogers

Ah! why with tell-tale tongue reveal
What most her blushes would conceal?
Why lift that modest veil to trace
The seraph-sweetness of her face?
Some fairer, better sport prefer;
And feel for us, if not for her.

For this presumption, soon or late,
Know thine shall be a kindred fate.
Another shall in vengeance rise--
Sing Harriet's cheeks, and Harriet's eyes;
And echoing back her wood-notes wild,
- Trace all the mother in the child!

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 3, 2010

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