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ACROSTIC.
In praise of thee, sweet maid, what words can tellSincere and true, thy beauty's artless spell!
A charm to all, so pure and yet so kind,
Benign as peace with sweetest grace refin'd:
Emblems of thee the Poet's muse may paint,
Lovely as thou art! words are far too faint:
Lurid the heart that could thy presence flee,
A Cynic's frown must change to look on thee.
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