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AN ODE.

To a young Lady on her Recovery

I

While, fair Selinda! to our Eyes
From Sickness beautiful you rise;
Your Charms put on superior Power,
And shine more strongly than before.

II

So have I seen the heav'nly Fire,
A while his radiant Beams retire;
Then breaking thro' the Veil of Night,
Restore the World to Warmth and Light,