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 Grave
2. The Wee Flower of the Heather
3. Headache
4. A View of Death
5. To a Departing Friend

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