TO MY DAUGHTER, WITH HER FATHER'S "POEMS," &c. To bid my humble Name Survive to distant ages, Enwreath'd by splendid Fame. Such prouder expectation May loftier Bards inspire; A lowlier aspiration Repays my simple Lyre. Enough-if it shall give me, At Memory's sweetest shrine, Thoughts-feelings-to outlive me In hearts belov'd-like thine. The wreath that crowns a Poet But who would not forego it + A purer joy is blended With many a look, and smile, Than e'er from Fame most splendid The bosom can beguile. Oh! such at times have lighten'd I have no FOES,-to set them But well my FRIENDS thou knowest, And blessings rest on Thee! As gratitude thou showest For kindness done to me. R A SONG OF PRAISE. GIVE praises to God! unto Him who first founded The fabric of earth by the word of His Power; Who arch'd the sky's vault, and the Ocean depths sounded, Gave the day-spring its birthright, and darkness its dower : Praise praise ye The Lord! and his goodness pro claim, Everlasting His mercy, and glorious His Name. Bend the knee to Jehovah! with humble emotion Pray! pray to The Lord! and His goodness proclaim, Everlasting His mercy, and glorious His Name. In spirit and truth draw ye near to that altar known; Where love cannot languish, and faith cannot falter, But each thought and each feeling are truly his own: With prayers and with praises His goodness proclaim, Everlasting His mercy, and glorious His Name! The above Verses were written for a Collection of Sacred Pieces, with Music; intended to be published by A. Pettit, of Norwich: and are here inserted by his permission. STANZAS WRITTEN IN A BLANK LEAF OF KIRKE WHITE'S REMAINS. "Unhappy White! while life was in its Spring, BYRON. "UNHAPPY White?"-Expression misapplied! In purer realms, and these she trusts are thine; Not Charity, last, greatest of the three, For hers is patience that can ne'er repine, Enduring trust in Heaven, and every thought benign. |