When First The Vernal Morn Of Life Poem by Ann Radcliffe

When First The Vernal Morn Of Life



When first the vernal morn of life,
Beam'd on my infant eye,
Fond I survey'd the smiling scene,
Nor saw the tempest nigh,

Hope's bright illusions touch'd my soul,
My yound ideas led;
And Fancy's vivid tints combine'd,
And fairy prospects spread.

My guileless heart expanded wide,
With filial fondness fraught;
Paternal love that heart supplied
With all its fondness sought.

But O! the cruel, quick reverse!
Fate all I lov'd involv'd;
Pale Grief Hope's trembling rays dispers'd,
And Fancy's dreams dissolv'd.'

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