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ON SEEING SOME NAMES CUT ON A PANE OF GLASS.

I

True wit, with sablest ink,
On crystal writes in vain;
The trickling letters sink,
And fade upon the pane.

II

But, ah! should Folly's finger
With a diamond ring be blest,
His name and nonsense linger,
Indelibly impress'd.

III

On Chloë's heart the same,
To sense and merit cold,
Whoe'er would grave his name
Must boast a pen of gold.