Written From Dublin, To A Lady In The Country. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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A wretch in smoaky Dublin pent	A
Who rarely sees the Firmament	A
You graciously invite to view	B
The Sun's enliv'ning Rays with you	B
To change the Town for flow'ry Meads	C
And sing beneath the sylvan Shades	D
	-
You're kind in vain It will not be	E
Retirement was deny'd to me	E
Doom'd by inexorable Fate	A
To pass thro' crouded Scenes I hate	A
O with what Joy could I survey	F
The rising glorious Source of Day	F
	-
Attend the Shepherd's fleecy Care	G
Transported with the vernal Air	G
Behold the Meadow's painted Pride	A
Or see the limpid Waters glide	A
Survey the distant shaded Hills	H
And pensive hear the murm'ring Rills	H
	-
Thro' your Versailles with Pleasure rove	I
Admire the Gardens and the Grove	I
See Nature's bounteous Hand adorn	J
The blushing Peach and blooming Thorn	J
Beheld the Birds distend their Throats	H
And hear their wild melodious Notes	H
	-
Delighted thro' your Pastures roam	K
Or see the Kine come lowing home	K
Whose od'rous Breaths a Joy impart	A
That sooths the Sense and glads the Heart	A
With Pleasure view the frothing Pails	H
And silent hear the creaking Rails	H
See whistling Hinds attend their Ploughs	H
Who never hear of broken Vows	H
Where no Ambition to be great	A
E'er taught the Nymph or Swain Deccit	A
	-
Thus thro' the Day delighted run	L
Then raptur'd view the setting Sun	L
The rich diffufive God behold	A
On distant Mountains pouring Gold	A
Gilding the beauteous rising Spire	M
While Crystal Windows glow with Fire	N
Gaze till he quit the Western Skies	H
And long to see his Sister rise	H
Prefer the silent Silver Moon	O
To the too radiant noisy Noon	O
	-
Or Northward turn with new Delight	A
To mark what Triumphs wait the Night	A
When Shepherds think the Heav'ns foreshow	P
Some dire Commotions here below	Q
When Light the human Form assumes	H
And Champions meet with nodding Plumes	H
With Silver Streamers wide unfurl'd	A
And gleaming Spears amaze the World	A
	-
Thence to the higher Heav'ns I soar	R
And the great Architect adore	R
Behold what Worlds are hung in Air	G
And view ten thousand Empires there	G
Then prostrate to Jehovah fall	S
Who into Being spake them all	S

Mary Barber

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