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TO AMY.

What if the awful mandate should be given,
By Him who spoke creation into birth,
To blot for ever from the map of heaven,
The polar star—would this enamoured earth
Still pay its adoration to the spot
Where once it twinkled? Banish such a thought—
Believe me, dearest Amy, it would not.

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And would the widowed needle still present
Its polished point, to where that planet shone?
Would all its mystic powers be idly spent,
Its homage paid to vacancy alone,
While Love's warm star was beaming in the west?
O no—its influence soon would be confest,
And, till it pointed there, the trembler would not rest.
Such is the heart—its favourite star is gone,
And is it doomed to tremble without rest?
O, must such matchless beauty waste alone,
Designed by heaven to make a lover blest?
O, no, dear girl! defeat not heaven's design,
Reward my love, O, say thou wilt be mine,
Or give me leave to hope, and I will not repine.