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To Miss Lydia A. Brown,
MY TRAVELING COMPANION BY VESSEL FROM GEORGETOWN, D. C., TO NEW YORK.
When first I left my native home,And started from Georgetown,
O'er northern regions far to roam
With charming Lydia Brown,
Young cupid let his arrow touch
My heart as soft as down;
And made me feel, there was none such,
As charming Lydia Brown.
Oh could you feel, as I do feel,
My dearest Lydia Ann,
Could such an impulse o'er you steal,
I'd be a happy man!
Oh yes thrice happy would I be,
As I at work sat down,
If I could be as one with thee,
My dearest Lydia Brown.
Yes I would think it pleasure true,
When bright Sol would be down;
To then devote my time to you,
Bewitching Lydia Brown!
In the lovely moments of twilight,
When all is calm around,
To look upon thine eyes so bright
O, sweetest Lydia Brown!
The stars are bright at evening fall,
In this delightful clime;
Thine orbs are brighter than them all—
But here must end my rhyme.
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