THE EPOCHS

 ON Petrarch's heart, all other days before,

In flaming letters written, was impress d

GOOD FRIDAY.
 And on mine, be it confess'd,
Is this year's ADVENT, as it passeth o'er.


I do not now begin,--I still adore

Her whom I early cherish'd in my breast;,

Then once again with prudence dispossess'd,
And to whose heart I'm driven back once more.


The love of Petrarch, that all-glorious love,

Was unrequited, and, alas, full sad;

 One long Good Friday 'twas, one heartache drear

But may my mistress' Advent ever prove,

With its palm-jubilee, so sweet and glad,

 One endless Mayday, through the livelong year!

 1807.

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