'NOW the moon-beam's trembling lustre
Silvers o'er the dewy green,
A'

'SUCH were the notes our chaster SAPPHO sung,
And every muse dropt ho'

'O WISDOM ! if thy soft controul
Can sooth the sickness of the soul, '

'OH ! hear a pensive captive's prayer,
For liberty that sighs ;
And '

'No, helpless thing, I cannot harm thee now;
Depart in peace, thy lit'

'Yes, injured Woman! rise, assert thy right!
Woman! too long degraded'

''TIS past : dear venerable shade, farewel !
Thy blameless life thy p'

'IN vain the sprightly sun renews his course,
Climbs up th' ascending'

'HER even lines her steady temper show ;
Neat as her dress, and polis'

'SWEET daughter of a rough and stormy fire,
Hoar Winter's blooming ch'