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DAME NATURE.
'Tis useless, Nature, to reply;
Not one will your dissent believe;
There's not a grace on earth or sky,
You did not steal from mother Eve!
The snowy lustre of her neck,
Her modest beauty,—all aver
You stole the lily's bud to deck—
And form'd the rose to look like her!
'Tis useless, Nature, to reply,
Not one will your dissent believe;
There's not a grace on earth or sky,
You did not steal from mother Eve.
Not one will your dissent believe;
There's not a grace on earth or sky,
You did not steal from mother Eve!
The snowy lustre of her neck,
Her modest beauty,—all aver
You stole the lily's bud to deck—
And form'd the rose to look like her!
'Tis useless, Nature, to reply,
Not one will your dissent believe;
There's not a grace on earth or sky,
You did not steal from mother Eve.
The azure beam of morning light
Could scarcely match her eye's sweet hue;
Until you taught the stars of night
To mix their beams with heaven's blue.
There's not a charm you could disclose,
A bloom, a grace, you could confer;
No: heaven's own ray, and earth's own rose,
Her daughters prove you stole from her!
'Tis useless, Nature, to reply,
Not one will your dissent believe;
There's not a grace on earth or sky,
You did not steal from mother Eve.
Could scarcely match her eye's sweet hue;
Until you taught the stars of night
To mix their beams with heaven's blue.
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A bloom, a grace, you could confer;
No: heaven's own ray, and earth's own rose,
Her daughters prove you stole from her!
'Tis useless, Nature, to reply,
Not one will your dissent believe;
There's not a grace on earth or sky,
You did not steal from mother Eve.
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