To the Same; ON HER ACCUSING THE AUTHOR OF FLATTERY, AND OF Ascribing to the Creature that Praise which is due only to the Creator. Ann Yearsley (née Cromartie) 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. N22108 Yearsley, Ann, 1753-1806. Poems, on several occasions. By Ann Yearsley, a milkwoman of Bristol [poems only]. The second edition. London printed for T. Cadell, in the Strand 1785 pp. 71-73. xxxii, 127p.

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To the Same Hannah More (1745-1833), author, philanthropist, and Yearsley's early patron. ; ON HER ACCUSING THE AUTHOR OF FLATTERY , AND OF Ascribing to the Creature that Praise which is due only to the Creator . Excuse me , Stella , sunk in humble state , With more than needful awe I view the great ; No glossy diction e'er can aid the thought , First stamp'd in ignorance , with error fraught . My friends I've prais'd — they stood in heavenly guise When first I saw them , and my mental eyes Shall in that heavenly rapture view them still , For mine's a stubborn and a savage will ; No customs , manners , or soft arts I boast , On my rough soul your nicest rules are lost ; Yet shall unpolish'd gratitude be mine , While Stella deigns to nurse the spark divine . A savage pleads — let e'en her errors move , And your forgiving spirit melt in love . O , cherish gentle Pity's lambent flame , From Heaven's own bosom the soft pleader came ! Then deign to bless a soul , who'll ne'er degrade Your gift , tho' sharpest miseries invade ! You I acknowledge , next to bounteous Heaven , Like his , your influence cheers where'er 'tis given ; Blest in dispensing ! gentle Stella , hear My only , short , but pity-moving prayer , That thy great soul may spare the rustic Muse , Whom Science ever scorn'd , and errors still abuse .