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To The Editor.
TO THE EDITOR .
I'll go—and wrapt in Nature's mystic veil . Kneel down below the oak-tree's sombre hue , And to Creation ' s Architect reveal The hidden longings of my heart . I low few Seek solitude for thought , or to renew The bonds that bind them to their lofty source—Or for a cleansed spirit deign to sue , That can uphold them from sin-sprung remorse—Away ! all earthly thoughts , I choose the wiser course !
SIR ! once again , 1 iitt my simple quill—Wives take their way—a sister I—my will . Not that I deem—as female—I may dare Usurp your pages—or be welcomed there . But if my thoughts I trace , my mind shall sweep As rolls the sea-gale o ' er the swelling deep ; And as the whirlpool , circling far around , Drags all within its vast and dark profound , ht of
And thence disgorges wrecks—fell sig woe—Or sends them down , to swell the stores below ; Thus shall I roam and all , through nig ht and day , Shall y ield me wisdom , or be cast away .
Oh ! for a winged steed to bear me on To those far regions poets have ne ' er known ; Those boundless mansions , where the parted great Rest from their labours , in their halls of state . Where Science holds her court , and frames those laws—The effect we have—but vainly search the cause . Happy ye men , who now on earth are taught fountainhead of ht
To bow before the - Thoug , To p ick the crumbs of Wisdom that you see Sprinkled o ' er Time—nurse of Eternity ! To those who scorn to thread the mystic maze , The tree of Knowledge is enwrapt in haze ; To those who prize the Sage ' s honoured name , The tree of Knowledge beams—a lambent flame ! that teach
I thank you , sir ! The knowledge you Can never fail a sister ' s heart to reach : _ And if your words can thus enlarge her view , The world must hold itself obliged to you . I vaunt not , when I deem that we refine Minds , that—when softened—seem almost divine , But who—in native hardihood—at most Are like the fallen angels—great , but lost !
The fall of man , to womankind was given-Fair traitress to herself—to man—to heaven—But that pure wisdom , working in the skies , Decreed that woman should assist man ' s rise . The fair Madonna , smiling o ' er her son , Told to the world , redemption was begun ; And since that saving knowledge reached our sphere , sistersbless here !
A curse before—her , you Sir , there are periods in our mortal lot We ne ' er forget—although they come unsought .
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To The Editor.
TO THE EDITOR .
I'll go—and wrapt in Nature's mystic veil . Kneel down below the oak-tree's sombre hue , And to Creation ' s Architect reveal The hidden longings of my heart . I low few Seek solitude for thought , or to renew The bonds that bind them to their lofty source—Or for a cleansed spirit deign to sue , That can uphold them from sin-sprung remorse—Away ! all earthly thoughts , I choose the wiser course !
SIR ! once again , 1 iitt my simple quill—Wives take their way—a sister I—my will . Not that I deem—as female—I may dare Usurp your pages—or be welcomed there . But if my thoughts I trace , my mind shall sweep As rolls the sea-gale o ' er the swelling deep ; And as the whirlpool , circling far around , Drags all within its vast and dark profound , ht of
And thence disgorges wrecks—fell sig woe—Or sends them down , to swell the stores below ; Thus shall I roam and all , through nig ht and day , Shall y ield me wisdom , or be cast away .
Oh ! for a winged steed to bear me on To those far regions poets have ne ' er known ; Those boundless mansions , where the parted great Rest from their labours , in their halls of state . Where Science holds her court , and frames those laws—The effect we have—but vainly search the cause . Happy ye men , who now on earth are taught fountainhead of ht
To bow before the - Thoug , To p ick the crumbs of Wisdom that you see Sprinkled o ' er Time—nurse of Eternity ! To those who scorn to thread the mystic maze , The tree of Knowledge is enwrapt in haze ; To those who prize the Sage ' s honoured name , The tree of Knowledge beams—a lambent flame ! that teach
I thank you , sir ! The knowledge you Can never fail a sister ' s heart to reach : _ And if your words can thus enlarge her view , The world must hold itself obliged to you . I vaunt not , when I deem that we refine Minds , that—when softened—seem almost divine , But who—in native hardihood—at most Are like the fallen angels—great , but lost !
The fall of man , to womankind was given-Fair traitress to herself—to man—to heaven—But that pure wisdom , working in the skies , Decreed that woman should assist man ' s rise . The fair Madonna , smiling o ' er her son , Told to the world , redemption was begun ; And since that saving knowledge reached our sphere , sistersbless here !
A curse before—her , you Sir , there are periods in our mortal lot We ne ' er forget—although they come unsought .