Anonymous British

Last Christmas Day

"Say, if such blandishments did ever greet Thy charmed soul; hast thou not crav'd to die? Hast not thine immaterial seem'd but air Verging to sigh itself from thee, and share Beatitude? hast thou not watch'd thy breath In meek, faint hope, that soon 'twould sink in death? " attribution to a Ms. Poem and/or M. L. B.