(Written in her eleventh year.) <br />THE MOON. <br />Lo! yonder rides the empress of the night! <br />Unveil'd she casts around her silver light; <br />Cease not, fair orb, thy slow majestic march, <br />Resume again thy seat in yon blue arch. <br />E'en now, as weary of the tedious way, <br />Thy head on ocean's bosom thou dost lay; <br />In his blue waves thou hid'st thy shining face, <br />And gloomy darkness takes its vacant place. <br /> <br />THE SUN. <br />[IN CONTINUATION] <br />Darting his rays the sun now glorious rides, <br />And from his path fell darkness quick divides; <br />Vapour dissolves and shrinks at his approach, <br />It dares not on his blazing path encroach; <br />Down droops the flow'ret, — and his burning ray <br />Scorches the workmen o'er the new-mown hay. <br />Oh! lamp of Heav'n, pursue thy glorious course, <br />Nor till gray twilight, aught abate thy force.<br /><br />Lucretia Maria Davidson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-acrostic-3/
