Poem by Lucretia Maria Davidson

To Science

  (Written in her thirteenth year.)

Let others in false Pleasure's court be found,
But may I ne'er be whirled the giddy round;
Let me ascend with Genius' rapid flight,
Till the fair hill of Science meets my sight.

Blest with a pilot who my feet will guide,
Direct my way, whene'er I step aside;
May one bright ray of Science on me shine,
And be the gift of learning ever mine.

1. The Wee Flower of the Heather
2. On the Death of the Beautiful Mrs.--
3. To a Friend, Whom I Had Not Seen Since My Childhood
4. Cupid’s Bower
5. On an Æolian Harp

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