Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne/To the Muse

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TO THE MUSE.


    Goddess of the magic lay,
    Ever let me own thy sway;
    Thine the sweet enchanting art,
    To charm and to correct the heart;
    To bid the tear of pity flow,
    Sacred to thy tale of woe;
Or raise the lovely smile of pleasure,
With sportive animated measure.

    "Oh! Goddess of the magic lay,"
    To thee my early vows I pay;
    Still let me wander in thy train,
    And pour the wild romantic strain.
    Be mine to rove by thee inspir'd,
    In peaceful vales, and scenes retir'd;
    For in thy path, oh! heavenly maid,
    The roses smile that never fade.