The Filial Muse

MY heart with joy, no Indian slave,
Its filial tribute proudly gave:
The Muse appear'd, and whisper'd thus:
" A Mother's rights are debts to us .
If jealous of the Poet's fame,
Still cherish the maternal claim,
Nor blush the feelings to display,
Which Cowper shar'd with Pope and Gray . "
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