POEMS.
55
LAURA VINDICATED.
TO A FRIEND.
No, 'twas not love, in Laura's bower
Which made me oft consume the day;
She knew my heart owned Julia's power,
She knew my heart was far away.
Each soul but joyed a soul to meet,
With which itself could well agree:
Grief made to me her soothing sweet,
And Pity made her cherish me.
Which made me oft consume the day;
She knew my heart owned Julia's power,
She knew my heart was far away.
Each soul but joyed a soul to meet,
With which itself could well agree:
Grief made to me her soothing sweet,
And Pity made her cherish me.
