THE muse shall breathe a native lay, And sweetly consecrate the day; While Anna by the power of truth Leads on our emulative youth; While each young virtue of the heart, To her a rapture can impart. The genuine thoughts her soul may prize, Endeared by fond affection's ties; Warm from the bosom's ardent glow, The wild effusions gaily flow. "The muse shall breathe a native lay, "And sweetly consecrate the day: " While love and friendship's pure delight, To bless our little band unite. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TO CHARLOTTE PULTENEY [IN HER MOTHER'S ARMS] by AMBROSE PHILIPS IDYLLS OF THE KING: GUINEVERE by ALFRED TENNYSON TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE REV. GILBERT WAKEFIELD by LUCY AIKEN VERSES ON MRS. ROWE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |