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TO MARIA OF THE COTTAGE.
Daughter of Genius! sweet it is to mWhene'er I fly this vain tumultuous crowd,
(Where poorer slaves must bow to wretches proud)
Thy cot to seek; and hear thy converse free,
In praise of virtuous freedom justly loud;
Next argue for thy sex, oft basely bow'd,
By tyrant man to keenest misery.
Daughter of Truth! this heart-felt wish I send;
May sorrow ne'er with thorns bestrew thy way,
But health, and hope, and peace thy steps attend;
And long the Muses o'er their fav'rite bend;
Prompting the legend strong, or sprightly lay!
Weak flows my verse; yet will I proud commend
A learn'd instructress, and fair virtuous friend.
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