Nugae Modernae Morning thoughts, and midnight musings: consisting of casual reflections, egotisms, &c. In prose and verse. By Thomas Park |
TO MRS. G.
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TO MRS. G.
WITH A RUBY RING.
Two rings by her we lost were worn,
When her translation came:
One to Love's widow'd cell was borne,
And one may Friendship claim.
When her translation came:
One to Love's widow'd cell was borne,
And one may Friendship claim.
But it must be some truth-tried friend
To her, to mine, to me;
And when our thoughts we backward send,
Our hearts all point to thee.
To her, to mine, to me;
And when our thoughts we backward send,
Our hearts all point to thee.
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