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TO Her RING.

Blest Ornament! how happy is thy Snare,
To bind the snowy Finger of my Fair!
O could I learn thy nice-coercive Art,
And as thou bind'st her Finger, bind her Heart!
Not Eastern Diadems, like Thee, can shine,
Fed from her brighter Eyes with Beams Divine;
Nor can their mightiest Monarch's Pow'r command
So large an Empire, as Thy Charmer's Hand.
O could thy Form Thy fond Admirer wear,
Thy very Likeness should in all appear;
My endless Love, Thy endless Round should show,
And my Heart flaming, for Thy Diamond glow.