IMPROMPTU,IN REPLY TO A LADY,Who asked the Author what Childhood resembled.How like is childhood to the lucid tideThat calmly wanders thro’ the mossy dell,Sweeps o’er the lily by the margin’s side,And, as it kisses, murmurs out, Farewell!
Who asked the Author what Childhood resembled.
How like is childhood to the lucid tideThat calmly wanders thro’ the mossy dell,Sweeps o’er the lily by the margin’s side,And, as it kisses, murmurs out, Farewell!