Maria Frances Cecilia Cowper

(1726-1797 / England)

Verses To Lady - Poem by Maria Frances Cecilia Cowper

AH hapless maid! whose virtues, once thy own,
The lustre of thy brilliants far outshone;
Couldst thou awhile thy waken'd self attend,
And see where all these short-liv'd glories end:
Couldst thou for once the circling crowd exclude,
And taste the joys of guiltless solitude,
Where Wisdom roams her silent haunts among,
And Contemplation mocks the giddy throng;
Where peaceful scenes each ruder sense control,
And the 'still voice' awaits the humble soul;
There, ∗ ∗, would thy conscious mind enjoy
Those heart-felt pleasures that can never cloy;
Where, peaceful once again, thy soul should feel
Joys that the world can neither give nor steal.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 18, 2010



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