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On CELIA.
Celia the fairest of the female Kind,A Form all faultless, and a spotless Mind;
Who views her Eyes, and does not own their Sway?
Who hears her speak, and does not melt away?
Bright Miracle! from ev'ry Failure free;
She is all Charms, all Admiration we.
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