ON AN UNLOOKED-FOR SEPARATION FROM A FRIEND. Janet Little (later Richmond) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T126549 Little, Janet, 1759-1813. The Poetical Works of Janet Little, the Scotch Milkmaid. Air Printed by John & Peter Wilson 1792 pp. 104-105.

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ON AN UNLOOKED-FOR SEPARATION FROM A FRIEND . TRANSIENT proves our sweetest pleasure , Short our moments of delight ; While we grasp the darling treasure , O how rapid is its flight ? Oft at morn ourselves we flatter , That our comforts wont decay : Fortune lavish seems to scatter Fairest flowers along our way . But the change by night is galling ; We lament our doom severe : Joys , like snows on Ailsa falling , In a moment disappear . Such the plague of human nature , Fond to trifle with our smart , While we do escape the greater , Little evils rend our heart . I have lost no valu'd charter , Nor lament a fickle swain ; But , alas ! a friend's departure , Fills my heart with piercing pain . Pond'ring sharpens ev'ry arrow , Sighing but augments my grief : Now I mourn , o'erwhelm'd with sorrow , But next hour may bring relief .