To Mrs. Sarah Robinson

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Title:     To Mrs. Sarah Robinson
Author: Charles Lamb [More Titles by Lamb]

Soul-breathing verse, thy gentlest guise put on
And greet the honor'd name of Robinson.
Rome in her throng'd and stranger-crowded streets,
And palaces, where pilgrim _pilgrim_ meets,
Holds not, respected Sarah, one that can
Revered make the name of Englishman,
Or loved, more than thy Kinsman, dear to me
By many a friendly act. His heart I see
In thee with answering courtesy renew'd.
Nor shall to thee my debt of gratitude
Soon fade, that didst receive with open hand
One that was come a stranger to thy land--
Now call[s] thee Friend. Her thanks, and mine, command.

Enfield, 14_th March_, 1831.

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Charles Lamb's poem: To Mrs. Sarah Robinson

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