ON THE DANGEROUS ILLNESS OF MY FRIEND MRS L.
2 With new-sprung flowers, the first-born of the year!
10 And all the fostering secrecy of love.
14 Her smallest work. What are all these to me!
21 Which sits enthron'd within this aching heart.
28 The sentimental trait that mark'd the mind.
32 Would drop like gall from the satiric tongue.
34 And greatness could not charm but by the soul.
38 Whene'er she spoke she could not speak in vain!
42 Would tell what thought was venturing next abroad.
47 To point or tell you what was done within.
48 But, ah! she droops; and I am drooping too!
55 To me such happiness must ne'er belong!
59 Had long ere this been mouldering in the dust.
68 O God of Heaven! how thankful shall I be.
74 And made it one continued hymn to Thee!
Title (in Source Edition): ON THE DANGEROUS ILLNESS OF MY FRIEND MRS L. 13TH MAY, 1788.
The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire “The muse of Cumberland.” Now for the first time collected by Henry Lonsdale, M.D. with a preface, memoir, and notes by Patrick Maxwell, ... Edinburgh: John Menzies, 61 Princes Street; R. Tyas, London; D. Robertson, Glasgow; and C. Thurnam, Carlisle. MDCCCXLII., 1842, pp. 113-116.