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Your modesty and innocence secure you the preference.

If regal sceptre, love, were mine;—
Or I possessed the realms of faery,
This faithful heart would still be thine,
My innocent and modest Mary!
Young Beauty, at my feet threw down
A rose, with rare and tempting offers;—
And Rank, unclasped her radiant crown:—
And Wealth unlocked her loaded coffers:—
But Beauty's roses soon must fly;
And Love with Rank and Wealth is wary;—
Thy purer charms can never die,
My innocent and modest Mary!