MISS MITFORD.

"I care not, Fortune, what you me deny:

You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace;

You cannot shut the windows of the sky,

Through which Aurora shows her brightening face;

You cannot bar my constant feet to trace

The woods and lawns, by living streams at eve:

Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace,

And I their toys to the great children leave:

Of fancy, reason, virtue, naught can me bereave."

THOMSON.