Lines Written in Mrs. Crespigny's Grotto, at Camberwell
WRITTEN IN MRS. CRESPIGNY'S GROTTO, AT CAMBERWELL .
May no rude gale disturb this calm retreat,
The fane of friendship! and the Muse's seat!
But cooling show'rs, and fresh'ning Zephyrs bring
The ambrosial sweetness of perpetual spring!
While all the feather'd warblers, from above,
Chant their wild notes in eloquence of love!
May envy wither if she enters here,
And drooping mis'ry check the starting tear! —
Or if the mistress of the grot be nigh,
Let the poor wretch drink comfort from her eye;
Which melts in pity at an other's woes,
Gracing the boon her charity bestows.
May no rude gale disturb this calm retreat,
The fane of friendship! and the Muse's seat!
But cooling show'rs, and fresh'ning Zephyrs bring
The ambrosial sweetness of perpetual spring!
While all the feather'd warblers, from above,
Chant their wild notes in eloquence of love!
May envy wither if she enters here,
And drooping mis'ry check the starting tear! —
Or if the mistress of the grot be nigh,
Let the poor wretch drink comfort from her eye;
Which melts in pity at an other's woes,
Gracing the boon her charity bestows.
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