Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон)

Sonnet to My Beloved Daughter

WHEN FATE in ruthless rage assail’d my breast,
And Heaven relentless seal’d the harsh decree;
HOPE, placid soother of the mind distress’d;
To calm my rending sorrows­gave me THEE. 

In all the charms of innocence array’d,
’Tis thine to sprinkle patience on my woes;
As from thy voice celestial comfort flows,
Glancing bright lustre o’er each dreary shade. 

Still may thy growing REASON’s light divine,
Illume with joy my melancholy bow’rs;
Still may the beams of sacred VIRTUE shine,
To deck thy spring of youth with thornless flow’rs;
So shall their splendid attributes combine,
To shed soft sunshine on MY WINTRY HOURS.

1. To Cesario
2. The Poor Singing Dame
3. Sonnet to Evening
4. Sonnet 40. On the Low Margin
5. Sonnet 27. Oh! Ye Bright Stars

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