Yearsley, Ann (bap. 1753, d. 1806)

To Frederick Yearsley, On his Return from the Sacred Font, where the Right Honourable the Earl of Bristol stood Sponsor, the Child being distinguished by taking his Lordship's Name. [from Poems on Various Subjects]

London

Printed for the author, and sold by G. G. J. and J. Robinson

1787

"Virtue sleeps / While all the finest faculties of mind / Rust, like the iron long unus'd"

Yet, who would dare, for all the wealth of Ind,
Quench that bright spark which burns, and still shall burn
Eternal in the soul? To Glory dead,
Creation must be desart! Virtue sleeps
While all the finest faculties of mind
Rust, like the iron long unus'd; then turn,
My dearest Fred'rick, turn, when glory calls,
But seize that point which trembles to the soul,
With sympathy magnetic. Self-applause
Is her most valu'd gem; she holds it high;
For who the spirit-raising gift receives
From aught, but just conviction, falsely boasts.
For me the wing of Time is nearly plum'd;
For thee, yet scarcely fledg'd; yet, when the hour
Of Judgment comes, with filial feeling join'd,
Remember, Frederick, 'twas a Mother's wish,
That self-denying Virtue, rigid Rule,
And Heaven-attempting Hope be ever thine.

Mineral::Rust Mineral::Iron

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06/07/2005