by Lydia Sigourney<\/p>\n
MORN on her rosy couch awoke,
\nEnchantment led the hour,
\nAnd mirth and music drank the dews
\nThat freshen Beauty’s flower.
\nThen from her bower of deep delight,
\nI heard a young girl sing,
\n“Oh, speak no ill of poetry,
\nFor ’tis a holy thing.”<\/p>\n
The Sun in noon-day heat rose high,
\nAnd on with heaving breast,
\nI saw a weary pilgrim toil,
\nUnpitied and unblest;
\nYet still in trembling measures flow’d
\nForth from a broken string,
\n“Oh, speak no ill of poetry,
\nFor ’tis a holy thing.”<\/p>\n
‘Twas night, and Death the curtains drew,
\n‘Mid agony severe,
\nWhile there a willing-spirit went
\nHome to a glorious sphere;
\nYet still it sigh’d, even when was spread
\nThe waiting Angel’s wing,
\n“Oh, speak no ill of poetry,
\nFor ’tis a holy thing.”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
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