Here you will find the Poem To Mrs. Barber of poet Mary Barber
See, the bright Sun renews his annual Course, Each Beam re--tinges, and revives its Force, By Years uninjur'd; so may'st thou remain, Not Time from thee, but thou from Time may'st gain: O might the Fates thy vital Thread prolong, And make thy Life immortal, as thy Song! Less Lustre waits the God, when he refines The rip'ning Metal in Peruvian Mines; Brightens the Crystal with transparent Day, Or points the Di'mond with its sparkling Ray; Than when, delighted, he thy Soul inspires, Informs thy Judgment, and thy Fancy fires; Assists thee striking out some bold Design, And breathes immortal Honours on each Line: In common as His Rays on all descend, So You the Great delight, the Poor befriend: As Heat productive His bright Beams bestow, So, warm with Life, your pow'rful Numbers flow: As He from Clouds bursts forth divinely bright, So Envy sets You in a fairer Light: Yet, tho' thus far Similitude we see, One Thing disturbs the wond'rous Harmony; With faded Light the Winter Sun appears, Whilst You shine brighter in Decline of Years.
