A SONNET to the Book

Ah go! beyond thy kindred copies blest, Go meet thy happiness—be JERSEY'S guest: She, skill'd to judge, thy humble themes receives, Her graceful hand shall touch thy trembling leaves: Her eyes, the boast and envy of the age, Shall shed their pleasing lustre o'er thy page: And while she reads, thy conscious form shall feel The breath of spring from lips celestial steal.