Poem by Christian Milne

Written in a State of Suspence

HAIL! beauteous Spring; thy smiling face
Once made me more than blest,
When Fancy taught me that I held
A place in DAMON 's breast.
He said, he lov'd me passing well;
But why did I believe?
My artless mind did ne'er suggest,
He meant but to deceive.
He kindly pour'd Love's healing balm,
When Grief my bosom swell'd;
'Twas thus he won my honest heart,
By Gratitude impell'd.
Then green-ey'd Jealousy be gone,
Nor cloud with doubts my mind;
For sure the Swain can ne'er prove false,
Who once was true and kind. 

1. Written on the Morning of the Communion Sabbath
2. When in Dread of My Husband’s Safety at Sea
3. The Sailor’s Adieu
4. To a Very Imprudent Young Woman
5. To a Lady, Who Did Me the Honour to Call at My House

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