1821, to E.S.

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To E.S. [Elizabeth Stewardson]
 


At break of day the lark ascends on light,
 
To carol his harmounious anthems there;
 
And as he wings along the azure sky,
 
drinks the refreshment of the dewy air.
 


But weary soon with wanderings thus alone,
 
He stays his flight and longs his wing to rest.
 
And swooping from the hieght where he had flown,
 
he seeks his tender mate and peaceful rest.
 


So, stretching forward on his errant way,
 
Man gives his wishes & his thoughts to roam,
 
But finds at last his warmest brightest ray
 
Beams from the smile of love that lights his home.



E'en like the mated lark, may'st thou he bless
 
To find thy dearest  joys where love shall lead,
 
And in the quiet of the social nest,
 
Enjoy the boon to kindred hearts decreed.