The Spirit’s Farewell

Mr Vignoles

The Spirit of the Attic Chest’s Farewell Address to the Editress

With deep regret I view the season o’er
 Consigning me again to “durance vile;”
Five months the sweets of freedom to deplore,
 Five months! till friends again around me smile!

What melancholy thoughts in order rise!
 When I reflect, a willing pris’ner here;
My darling mistress, seeking purer skies,
 Soars with the Muses to the solar sphere,

And thither in her careful hand she bears,
 The varied tribute of each anxious bard;
Who each in turn, sweet hope, dark terror shares;
 Dreads a reproof, and hopes a kind reward: