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Hail! pride of each lass |
& the wish of each swain |
The sweetest & loveliest girl on the plain! |
The graces & Muses your footsteps attend-- |
Each shepherd a lover, |
each maiden a friend. |
Continue dear nymph, as ever you've been |
Of beauty and merit's fair empire, the Queen; |
Of pain or misfortune the names only know, |
And the rose of content in your path ever grow. |
Bright rise the young year newly born eighty-nine |
On the girl I would give all the globe to call mine: |
The bounties of fortune around her be strow'n |
For goodness and beauty sweet girl are thy own. |
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