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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455471" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Letter Written From London To Mrs. Strangeways Hornet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say, my Hortensia, in this silent Hour,<br>When the pale Queen of Night exerts her Pow'r,<br>What Guardian--Angels on thy Slumbers wait,<br>To paint the Glories of thy future State;<br>To shew what Mansions, in the Realms divine,<br>Are set apart for Souls, refin'd as thine?<br>Tho' thither, wing'd with Hope, thy Virtues soar,<br>Late, very late, may'st thou those Realms explore!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Adas! I left thee sick: O Shame to tell!<br>I should have staid to see Hortensia well:<br>But dire Necessity, relentless, sway'd;<br>She, stern, enjoin'd, unwilling I obey'd.<br>Torn from thy Sight, how have I dragg'd the Day'<br>Which, in thy Presence, flew too swift away!<br>How shall I pass the melancholy Night?<br>When will the Post arrive, and give Delight?<br>Of thy returning Health when shall I hear?<br>Fain would I hope, tho' quite depress'd with Fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Pow'r supreme! yet, yet, Hortensia spare;<br>The Stranger, and the Wretched, are her Care:<br>Snatch her not hence; we cannot let her go;<br>Still let her be thy Substitute below,<br>To raise the sinking Heart, to heal Distress;<br>To Her was giv'n the Will and Pow'r to bless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O would Heav'n grant me, ere I cross the Main,<br>To see thy Face, Hortensia, once again!<br>But I must hasten to Hibernia's Shore;<br>And never, never, shall behold thee more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Barber">Mary Barber</a><div class=q>
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What Guardian--Angels on thy Slumbers wait,
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