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TO A MINIATURE PORTRAIT OF A YOUNG LADY, LATELY DECEASED.

The nymph, by the Graces adorn'd,
Who led all the Loves in her train,
By the lyre of the muse shall be mourn'd,
While the lyre has a chord to complain.
Sweet image, that never wilt fade,
In thee lives her form, and her bloom!
When in thee I behold the dear maid,
I forget that she sleeps in the tomb!