SONNETS. WRITTEN ON THE AUTHOR'S BIRTH-DAY, FEBRUARY 1st, 1800. WITH joy, how oft I hail'd my natal morn, Vol. II. TO WILLIAM COWPER, ESQ. ON READING HIS POEM OF "THE TASK.” FIRST of the deathless few who strike the lyre, With pitying eye thou didst the world survey; 1798. TO MARIA OF THE COTTAGE. DAUGHTER of GENIUS! Sweet it is to me, Whene'er I fly this vain tumultuous crowd, (Where poorer slaves must bow to wretches proud) Thy cot to seek; and hear thy converse free, In praise of virtuous freedom justly loud; Next argue for thy sex, oft basely bow'd, By tyrant man to keenest misery. DAUGHTER of TRUTH! this heart-felt wish I send; May sorrow ne'er with thorns bestrew thy way, But health, and hope, and peace thy steps attend; And long the Muses o'er their fav'rite bend; Prompting the legend strong, or sprightly lay! Weak flows my verse; yet will I' proud commend A LEARN'D INSTRUCTRESS, and FAIR VIRTUOUS FRIEND. |