SORCERESS , why with magic spell
Still in plaintive bosoms dwell?
Sure ’tis thine with sombre pleasure,
Days and years of grief to measure;
Yet sometimes with a cheering ray,
Illume thy vot’ries as they stray.
Tho’ thine is fancy’s fev’rish dream,
Still dwelling on life’s gloomiest theme,
Yet, pallid Goddess! art thou found,
Where beams oft faintly glimmer round;
And oft is heard thy deep drawn sigh,
Where happiness serenes the eye.
But not to me, with kind relief,
Thy soft approach e’er tempers grief;
Thou doom’st me all the sighs to know,
That lay thy destin’d victim low;
And these worn eyes with tears to steep,
Till time brings on eternal sleep!
(Emma Lyon)
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