Louisa Stuart Costello

Here you will find the Poem Miranda's Song of poet Louisa Stuart Costello

Miranda's Song

Ye elves! when spangled starlight gleams,
 That flit beneath the ray,
Till morning darts her magic beams
 And pale night hies away:
Ye know where springs each flow'ret rare,
 The sweetest seek for me:
I'll weave a chaplet rich and fair?
 My father! 'tis for thee!

The flow'rs, the trees, the birds appear
 To wait but on my call;
But he whose power has plac'd them here
 Is dearer far than all:
My thoughts with tender pleasure rest
 On each delight I see;
But all the love that swells in my breast,
 My father, is for thee!