Poem by Laura Sophia Temple

Song I (When the fair Morning)

When the fair Morning,
Nature adorning,
        Chases the shadows of Night from the sky ;
Oh what a pleasure
Fondly to treasure
        All the rich graces that burst from her eye.

Thus should the roses,
Fortune discloses,
        Wisely be gather'd ere Youth fades away ;
Timely remember
Gloomy December,
        Treads on the frolicsome footsteps of May.

1. An Address to Apathy
2. To the Genius of Romance
3. Sonnet 2. To the Morning Star
4. On Hearing the Sound of Music at a Distance
5. Lines Written on Seeing Lark

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