English poem
To Margaret W----
by Charles Lamb
Margaret, in happy hour Christen'd from that humble flower Which we a daisy call! May thy pretty name-sake be In all things a type of thee, And image thee in all.
To Margaret W----
Like _it_ you show a modest face, An unpretending native grace;-- The tulip, and the pink, The china and the damask rose, And every flaunting flower that blows, In the comparing shrink.
Of lowly fields you think no scorn; Yet gayest gardens would adorn, And grace, wherever set. Home-seated in your lonely bower, Or wedded--a transplanted flower-- I bless you, Margaret!
EDMONTON, 8_th October_, 1834.
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