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An ACROSTIC.

Immortal, sure! some fair of Cyprus grove,
Emergent from the softest seats of love;
Awful to sight, thy beauties kindle more,
Noose all the soul, and shoot through ev'ry pore.
Charms kind, as morning pearls and melting eyes,
Rob Florio's heart, and kill by just surprise.
A gentle stream, of pure superior sense,
With depths of judgment, form thy eloquence.
Fame, thro' her waste of reign, displays thy worth;
O pleasing view! and calls thy merit forth.
On wit and learning, all fresh incense lay,
Refined virtue vies the tide of day;
Divine Arete, these are all thy prey.