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To the SAME.
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To the SAME.
To Me, obscure amid the distant glade,Comes the rich donative of his sweet lay,
Who warm'd by poesy's diviner ray,
Yet stoops to praise a songstress of the shade.
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The grateful strain when she would raise to thee:
Yet take it from the maid who scorns to seek
The flatterer's art to smooth her wood-notes free.
And take the wish, that springing from the heart,
For thee propitious Phœbus would implore,
Who liberal thus bestows his tuneful store,
To bid his beams reviving health impart;
That love connubial long may bless thy days,
And weave his myrtles long amid thy growing bays.
1781. A. M. BRADFORD.
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