|First Line||Hard is the task my friend to me has giv’n|
|Author||William Heath Marsh|
|Addressee||Mary Caroline Grose Blofeld|
Occasional [Literature; Friendship].
Transcribed from "To Mrs: Blofeld who requested me to Write some lines but refused to give me a subject." Marsh, William Heath. UChicago Library Codex Ms 529 vol. 2 pp. 75–76.
Hard is the task my friend to me has giv’n,
For Poesy’s a gift, a gift of Heav’n,
Too bold I am, thus rashly to Aspire
To borrow from her hands the Warbling lyre,
Conscious my trembling fingers as they rove
Will feebly strike the tuneful chords I love.
But Friendship promis’d if I would comply,
Her dazzling shield should dim the critic’s eye;
Proud of her promise then, I thus resign
To her indulgent orb each feeble line,
My heart, the Monitor to whom I bend
Bids me pourtray the Features of a Friend,
But the chaste Model fancy has in View
Eludes my toil—th’Original is You.
Ah then, from You, let me this pledge beguile,
Make the faint image grow beneath a Smile,
The bright reflection shall a charm diffuse,
To animate the Whole with borrow’d hues.
|Archive||University of Chicago Special Collections and Research Center|
vol. 2, pp. 75–76
Local title: To Mrs: Blofeld who requested me to Write some lines but refused to give me a subject.
Attributed author: William Heath Marsh.
Other variants: n/a
Other: Original to this manuscript.