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TO CÆLIA.
I
I'm sure, my Cælia, that you'd smile,Nay laugh to hear me say,
That when the Sun shines all the while,
I cannot see the Day.
II
But 'twou'd be more absurd indeed,If to discover your Disguise,
I should some borrow'd Lustre need
To light me to your Eyes.
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III
Your dazling Eyes the Sun out-shine,Like his their Darts are hurl'd;
Like his their Office is divine,
To guide a brighter World.
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