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I Am Unskill'd In Speech: My Tongue Is Slow (vignette 9) Post by :perry Category :Poems Author :Matilda Betham Date :August 2011 Read :3538

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I Am Unskill'd In Speech: My Tongue Is Slow (vignette 9)


I am unskill'd in speech: my tongue is slow
The graceful courtesies of life to pay;
To deck kind meanings up in trim array,
Keeping the mind's soft tone: words such as flow
From Complaisance, when she alone inspires!
And Caution, with a care that never tires,
Marshals each tribe of thoughts in such a way
That all are ready for their needful task,
The moment the occasion comes to ask,
All prompt to hear, to answer and obey;
When mine, undisciplin'd, their cause betray,
By coward falterings, or rebellious zeal!--
And Art, though subtle, though sublime thy sway,
I doubt if thou canst rule us, when we feel!

(The end)
Matilda Betham's poem: I Am Unskill'd In Speech: My Tongue Is Slow Vignette 9

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