The Poetry Corner

Lines Addressed To A Young Lady In Germany, Who, Until Her Sister, Honoured The Author By Walking With Him In The Evening.

By John Carr (Sir)

Adieu! dear girl! if we are doom'd to part, Take with thee, take, the blessing of this heart, Due to thy gentle mind, and cultur'd sense; Perhaps 'twill please, but, sure, can't give offence. Tho', when we met, the solar ray was gone, And on our steps the moon-beam only shone, Yet well I mark'd thy form and native grace, And all the sweet expression of thy face; And pleas'd I listen'd as thy accents fell, Accents that spoke a feeling mind so well Lo, when the birds repose at ev'ning hour, The sweetest of them carols from her bow'r! So, when the dews the garden's fragrance close, The night-flow'r[A] blooms, the rival of the rose!