Poem by Anne Hunter

To My Son, Age 26, a Captain of Infantry in Portugal, 1798

THOUGH fancy and her airy train
From sad experience fly away,
The heart's affections still remain,
And hail with joy this welcome day.
Again with roses newly blown
I crown the long neglected lyre,
I strike the chords for thee alone,
And tender thoughts the strains inspire.
Through boyish days, a giddy youth,
I watch'd thy course with anxious eyes,
Have mark'd thy honour, virtue, truth,
Grow with thy growth, to manhood rise.

And now may ev'ry future year
The promise of the past fulfil,
While to my heart for ever dear,
From absence, distance, dearer still.

1. Song 11. THE anguish of my bursting heart
2. Laura
3. Song 13. SPRING returns, the flowrets blow
4. Song 2. FAR from this throbbing bosom haste
5. Addressed to Mrs. G.

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