Gazette Of The United States And Daily Evening Advertiser

For the Gazette of the United States and Evening Sun.

VERSES TO THE MORNING.
By Mrs. Marriott.

Wake my fairest Aurora, thy blushes unfold,
And glance thro' my curtains, thy soul cheering ray;
Be thy canopy deck'd with bright crimson and gold.

Chase the dews of chill night from each flow'ret away.
As when o'er yon blue hill thou dost lovely appear,
Then I open my lattice to hail thee, sweet morn;
But ah! like the water lily I hail thee in tears,
For the contests of daylight is not half so forlorn.

When Aurora thou'rt present I faintly look gay,
Then a glim'ring of joy spreads over my face;
Let thy bright beams dispel all my sorrows away,
Haste and bring me, O bring me the balm of sweet ease.

Bright Aurora thou'st seen me bound over the plain,
With joy snatching wild roses the child of delight;
But now, ah! I revere, the keen arrows of pain,
Have been shot thro' my heart by the Demon of spite.

No longer I warble my wild rustic lay,
Which I sung all delighted to the rippling stream;
But with silent affliction, and grief pine away,
Like the spectre of anguish, pale anguish I seem.