The livelong day tho’ some folks say
That Miracles are over,
In silent guise Amira sighs
To mourn her absent Lover.
To Mourn alas! how hard the case
Without a kind condoler;
But – do not start, you have her heart
Tho’ others may console her.
No tell tale I, but when I spy
A fault (alas how common)
A fault so great, who would – but yet
Amira is a Woman.
So close engag’d be not enrag’d;
Be patient – if you can, Sir;
Nor Rake nor Beau could charm her so:
’Tis Grandison’s the Man, Sir!
Text: MS, Steele Collection, Angus Library, Regents Park College, STE 3/3/1, p. 67; this poem first published in Nonconformist Women Writers, 1720-1840, vol. 2 (ed. Julia B. Griffin), pp. 159-60. Reference in the title is to Samuel Richardson's popular novel, The History of Sir Charles Grandison (1753), which suggests a relative date for the poem.