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56
TO Mrs. HERRING.
With four ODES on the SEASONS.
Since your Goodness poetical tribute demands,Permit the four Seasons to kiss your fair hands:
And if in right colours your virtues I view,
The Seasons, dear madam, are emblems of you.
In the gentle Spring's delicate flowerets I trace
The beams of your eyes, and the bloom of your face:
The bright glowing ardour of Summer I find
Express'd in your friendly, benevolent mind:
As bountiful Autumn with plenty is crown'd,
Thus calm you distribute your blessings around:
But with you how shall I cold Winter compare?
Your wit is as piercing and keen as the air.
Thus you furnish with emblems whenever I sing
Of Winter, or Autumn, or Summer, or Spring.
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