Recreations for Solitary Hours
Written on a blank leaf of Dermody's Harp of Erin, when returning it to her Ladyship, Mrs. Col. R……n who favoured me with the loan of it.
Most gracious Ma'am, in humble strains I sing
My thanks most grateful, for thy kindess free,
'Tis all that I can render in return,
With Dermody's sweet harp of Erin, strung
To every melody. But oh! I mourn
I cannot keep it longer, for too long
I have detain'd it, sweetly has he sung
The passions which impress'd his bosom strong,—
Aye! what I ever feel—when ev'ry string
In happy numbers rung in reverie.
How nicely genius he personifies!
When press'd With cares,—or when he tunes the lyre,
A pleasure none save Poets, e'er comprize—
May still such heav'nly joys my ardent soul inspire.