AN ADDRESS TO NIGHT Rebekah Carmichael (later Hay) 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. T104666 Carmichael, Miss (Rebekah) (fl. 1790-1806). Poems. Edinburgh Peter Hill 1790 p. 85. 92p.

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AN ADDRESS TO NIGHT Hail solemn Night , ye glitt'ring lamps of Heav'n , Fair orb of light , with mild benignant rays , To my torn breast a woman's heart is given , Or in soft numbers I'd attempt thy praise . Then let me tell ye , silent spirits round , Ye unseen beings , pure as breathing spring , Who in my bosom plac'd this deadly wound , No viper's poison here , no serpent's sting . Fair was the form , as mortal form can be , Alas ! I languish for no common swain ; Graceful the youth who gave this wound to me , And yet I'm tortur'd , with uncommon pain . O thou Great Power ! from whom I drew my breath , May I presume to beg an early grave ; To ask the awful previlege of death , Forgive me , Heav'n ! no other boon I crave .