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"Stanzas." by Mary Darby Robinson (1758-1800)
From: Robinson, Mrs. M. Poems. London: J. Bell, 1791. pp. 125-126.

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[Page 125]

STANZAS.

WHEN fragrant gales and summer show'rs
Call'd forth the sweetly scented flow'rs;
When ripen'd sheaves of golden grain,
Strew'd their rich treasures o'er the plain;
When the full grape did nectar yield,
  In tepid drops of purple hue;
When the thick grove, and thirsty field,
  Drank the soft show'r and bloom'd a-new;
O then my joyful heart did say,
"Sure this is Nature's Holy-day!"

  But when the yellow leaf did fade,
And every gentle flow'r decay'd;
When whistling winds, and drenching rain,
Swept with rude force the naked plain;
When o'er the desolated scene,
  I saw the drifted snow descend;
And sadness darken'd all the green,
  And Nature's triumphs seem'd to end;
O! then, my mourning heart did say,
"Thus Youth shall vanish, Life decay."

  When Beauty blooms, and Fortune smiles,
And wealth the easy breast beguiles;

[Page 126]

When pleasure from her downy wings,
Her soft bewitching incense flings;
THEN, Friends look kind–and round the heart
  The brightest flames of passion move,
False Flatt'ry's soothing strains impart
  The warmest Friendship–fondest Love;
But when capricious FORTUNE flies,
  Then FRIENDSHIP fades;–and PASSION dies.

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