Poem by Anonymous

On a Young Lady Wishing to Ascend in a Balloon

Forbear, sweet girl, your scheme forego,
	And thus our anxious troubles end;
Swiftly you’ll mount, full well we know,
	And greatly fear you’ll not descend!

When angels see a mortal rise,
	So beautiful, divine, and fair,
They’ll not release you from the skies,
	But keep their sister-angel there!

1. Inscription on a Gravestone in the Churchyard of Melrose Abbey
2. The Old Scottish Gentleman
3. Barthram’s Dirge
4. Kate Kearney
5. Loch Ina

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