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I love Henry's poetry. There's a fundamental kindness that makes his morality lessons gentle and loving.
I only found this one in the last year when I was rescanning newspaper subscriptions looking for new papers. He published a lot and it's really exciting that there are still new poems to be found.
KITTY! take this painted fan,
Of it make the best you can.
When it rises, full display'd,
To supply the cooling shade,
Read these maxims, there exprest:
"Shade for man is sometimes best!
"Life would yield but small delight,
"Were the scene forever bright.
When the cheering breeze it sends,
Think on whom your breath depends!
Think, that bliss and life would fail,
But for providence's gale!
If, to mock the starer's eyes,
And conceal a blush, it rise,
Thus reflect behind the scene,
"Will my actions need a screen,
"When display'd to every eye?
"Or will heav'n a screen supply?
In that aged face you'll see
What ere long your own may be:
Learn from ev'ry wrinkle there,
Time's a foe to all that's fair.
By those spectacles you'll read
What your orbs may one day need.
From that crutch, this hint pursue,
"I may need supporting too."
Turn it then to Virtue's side,
View her form (but stretch it wide)
Virtue, if she's painted right,
Best appears when most in sight.
Rich her robe! and this implies,
Wealth is sometimes Virtue's prize.
All with curious foilage wrought,
Hence, her industry be taught;
Loosely flowing to express
Negligence of mode and dress;
Yet tho' loosely flows the vest,
Clasp'd with care, a-cross her breast!
Kitty wants not to be told,
Virtue's free but never bold.
Think that placid smile reveals
Joys which virtue only feels;
Think that easy, open air
Speaks the unaffected fair.
See! she drops her alms inclin'd;
This denotes her humble mind;
Upward that she turns her eye,
Hints her portion in the sky.
Shew, by folding the machine,
Virtue may exist unseen.