To - With Arthur And Albina Poem by Matilda Betham

To - With Arthur And Albina



AH! if your eye should e'er these lines survey,
Dismiss from thence its penetrating ray:
Let Criticism then her distance keep,
And dreaded Justice then be lull'd to sleep:
For, let whatever sentence be their due,
I feel I cannot censure bear from you.

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