Here you will find the Poem To Her Grace The Dutchess Of Portland of poet Mary Barber
'Tis theirs, who but to please aspire, On Fiction to employ the Lyre; Make Gods and Goddesses display The Splendor of the Nuptial Day. To paint thee at the hallow'd Shrine, A solemn, glorious Scene! be Mine; Now lightly touch'd--Some other Hour, (If e'er the Cloud--dispelling Pow'r Remove the Damps, that chill my Vein) I'll trace the slight--drawn Lines again; Warm Col'ring on the Piece bestow, Till Life shall from the Pencil flow. Lovely Bride! with Bliss be crown'd, Diffusing Happiness around: Beneficent, like Harley, shine; Like Henrietta, grace your Line.
