Complimentary Versicles to Jessie Lewars
- THE TOAST
- Fill me with the rosy wine,
- Call a toast, a toast divine:
- Giveth me Poet’s darling flame,
- Lovely Jessie be her name;
- Then thou mayest freely boast,
- Thou hast given a peerless toast.
- THE MENAGERIE
- Talk not to me of savages,
- From Afric’s burning sun;
- No savage e’er could rend my heart,
- As Jessie, thou hast done:
- But Jessie’s lovely hand in mine,
- A mutual faith to plight,
- Not even to view the heavenly choir,
- Would be so blest a sight.
- JESSIE’S ILLNESS
- Say, sages, what’s the charm on earth
- Can turn Death’s dart aside!
- It is not purity and worth,
- Else Jessie had not died.
- ON HER RECOVERY
- But rarely seen since Nature’s birth,
- The natives of the sky;
- Yet still one seraph’s left on earth,
- For Jessie did not die.
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