William Cowper (Уильям Купер)

Sonnet to a Young Lady on Her Birth-Day

Deem not, sweet rose, that bloom'st 'midst many a thorn,
Thy friend, tho' to a cloister's shade consign'd,
Can e'er forget the charms he left behind,
Or pass unheeded this auspicious morn!
In happier days to brighter prospects born,
O tell thy thoughtless sex, the virtuous mind,
Like thee, content in every state may find,
And look on Folly's pageantry with scorn.
To steer with nicest art betwixt th' extreme
Of idle mirth, and affectation coy;
To blend good sense with elegance and ease;
To bid Affliction's eye no longer stream;
Is thine; best gift, the unfailing source of joy,
The guide to pleasures which can never cease! 

1. The Jackdaw
2. Olney Hymn 28. Jesus Hasting to Suffer
3. Olney Hymn 44. On Opening a Place for Social Prayer
4. Olney Hymn 13. The Covenant
5. An Ode, on Reading Mr. Richardson's History of Sir Charles Grandison

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