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THE SNOW DROP
Sweet type of innoscence snow clothed blosomSeemly tho vainly bowing down to shun
The storm hard beating on its wan white bosom
Left in the swale & little cheerd by sun
As like as that frail jewel just begun
To ope on vices eye its witcheries blooming
Midst all its storms wi little room to shun
Ah thou art winters snowdrop lovly woman
In this world dropt where every evils glooming
Wi killing tempest oer their tender prey
That watch the opening of thy beauties coming
Its every infant charm to snatch away
Then comes the sorrows thourt too weak to brave
& then thy beauty cheek digs ruins early grave
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