Lines, Written in July,
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MARY BAILEY
LINES,
WRITTEN IN JULY, ON WIDOW HIND'S GARDEN, AT HINTS, IN
STAFFORDSHIRE
Hail! my sweet garden, on the hill,
Where every tint is found;
Where fragrant fields the prospect fill,
And woods are scattered round.
My cottage neat—my home's complete,
Though I've no wealth in store:
A moss-rose through my window peeps—A fig-tree guards my door.
These flowers, that now around them throw
Their sweet perfuming breath,
How much, in winter, do they show
Their much-loved master's death.
One blighted rose, that can't disclose
Its beauties to the sun,
Is just an emblem of my woes,
Since thy dear course was run.
One female friend who knows my grief,
And strives to soothe my lot,
Oft leaves the hurry of the town
To share my rural cot.
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POEMS OF A NOTTINGHAM LACE-RUNNER
Too soon, alas! her visits end,
And I am left alone:
My children, dear, are distant plac'd,
And thou for ever gone.
Over my disconsolate breast
Have roll'd two tedious years; And many a tree, thy hand has set,
I've watered with my tears.
'Twas God's great will—I must submit, That gave a shorter date;
He'll call me hence, when he thinks fit, To share thy blessed state.
Submissive, then, I humbly wait
Till death shall set me free, And I exchange this flow'ry mount
For paradise and thee!
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Contents
To a Lady who visited the author when she was in great distress 14
To a Lady who desired me to pray for the death of youngest child 17
Petition to the British Fair 19
On the Death of the Revd. Dr. Wylde, late of Nottingham 21
Lines, Written in July, on Widow Hind's garden, at Hints, in Staffordshire 26
Lines On the Death of a Gentleman of Basford 31
The Author to Her Infant Twins 35
Appendix: Mary Bailey's Obituary 37
Index of titles and first lines 42
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