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TO THE AUTHOR OF “HESPERIDES.”
Hayrick some do spell thy name,And thy verse approves the same;
For 'tis like fresh-scented hay,—
With country lasses in't at play.
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And thy verse approves the same;
For 'tis like fresh-scented hay,—
With country lasses in't at play.