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To MISS B****Y, On her Return from Italy.
Tho' Wit's bright sun your sportful thoughts display,And on your converse darts a dazzling ray!
Yet still we praise your magic's softer pow'r,
When easy friendship smooths the social hour;
When o'er another's pain dispensing balm,
You round your bower diffuse a heart-felt calm!
Thus in your summer mind at once are seen,
Italia's sky, and Albion's soothing green.
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