For the Columbian Fountain.
SONNET.
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For the Columbian Fountain.


SONNET.


TO LADY.
Thou art not, lady, of the common kind,
. The gaudy, fluttering, painted butterflies,
That, like bright meteors, shine to cheat the


eyes,


And, dazzling. leave feeting trace behind.
Thy spirit clear, and intellect refined,
Thy quiet, though not gloomy pensiveness,
That round thee steals, like evening shades,


10 bless,


Have long holy influence on the mind:
Thy earnest eyes speak purity Of soul,
And thy calm forehead and thine air serene
Show that thou keep'st all passions in control,
And Of thyself and every thought art queen,
Thy worth is felt, but verse may not define
What makes me, signing, wish "more natures


were like thine" w. LIS.