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Sonnet

Morn's beaming rays at length unclose And wake the blushes of the rose That all night long opprest with dews And veil'd in chilling shade its hues Reclin'd, forlorn, the languid head And sadly sought its parent bed; Warmth from her beam the trembling flo'r derives And sweetly blushing thro' its tears revives.

Morns beaming rays at length unclose And melt the tears that bend the rose; But can their pow'rs suppress the sigh Or chase the tear from sorrow's Eye,? Can all their lustrous light impart One ray of peace to sorrow's heart? Ah no their beams her fainting Soul oppress Eve's pensive shades more soothe her meek distress. ---