POEMS

BY

ROBERT SOUTHEY.

SECOND EDITION.

BRISTOL:

PRINTED BY N. BIGGS, FOR

JOSEPH COTTLE, AND SOLD IN LONDON BY

MESSRS. ROBINSONS.

1797.

GODDESS of the LYRE! with thee comes

Majestic TRUTH; and where TRUTH deigns to come, Her sister LIBERTY will not be far.

BODLEIAN

2 4 AUG 1927

LIBRARY

AKENSIDE.

SONNET.

WITH wayworn feet a Pilgrim woe-begone
Life's upward road I journeyed many a day,
And hymning many a sad yet soothing lay
Beguil'd my wandering with the charms of song.
Lonely my heart and rugged was my way,
Yet often pluck'd I as I past along

The wild and simple flowers of Poesy,

And as beseem'd the wayward Fancy's child Entwin'd each random weed that pleas'd mine eye.

Accept the wreath, BELOVED! it is wild

And rudely garlanded; yet scorn not thou The humble offering, where the sad rue weaves 'Mid gayer flowers its intermingled leaves,

And I have twin'd the myrtle for thy brow.