To Miss Rouse Boughton, Now The Right Hon. Lady St. John

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Title:     To Miss Rouse Boughton, Now The Right Hon. Lady St. John
Author: Matilda Betham [More Titles by Betham]

Aberystwith, July 5th, 17--

Louisa, while thy pliant fingers trace
The solemn beauties of the prospect round,
Or, on thy instrument, with touching grace,
Awaken all the witcheries of sound:

Mild, as thy manners, do the colours rise,
As soft and unobtrusive meet the view;
And, when the varied notes the ear surprize,
We own the harmony as strictly true.

Be thine the praise, alas! a gift how rare!
Artless, and unpretending, to excel!
Forget the envied charm of being fair,
To learn the noblest science,--acting well!
And let no world the seal of truth displace,
Or spoil the heart's accordance with the face!

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Matilda Betham's poem: To Miss Rouse Boughton, Now The Right Hon. Lady St. John

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