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TO Mrs. BLAKE, With a Pair of Hand-Screens.
These Hand-Screens, Dear Cousin, I send, and desire
They may hang by your Chair, and insure you from Fire,
They will shield you from Flames that might otherwise hurt,
And drive back each Spark that's too forward and pert:
Most attentively zealous in all you command,
They'll your Wishes obey, if you move but your Hand.—
I have giv'n them in Charge, that they still persevere
To guard those good Features I so much revere,
Where Beauty once reign'd, and strong character'd tells
The still fairer Mind that behind them still dwells;
Where the Look of Good Sense, and the Smile of Content
Mark the Triumph of Life that in Virtue is spent!—
And what Triumph is yours!—who round you behold
Five Sisters, whose Value no Muse can unfold!
Who bound by those Wreaths which Affection hath wove,
All their Days and their Years spend in Friendship and Love.—
They may hang by your Chair, and insure you from Fire,
They will shield you from Flames that might otherwise hurt,
And drive back each Spark that's too forward and pert:
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They'll your Wishes obey, if you move but your Hand.—
I have giv'n them in Charge, that they still persevere
To guard those good Features I so much revere,
Where Beauty once reign'd, and strong character'd tells
The still fairer Mind that behind them still dwells;
Where the Look of Good Sense, and the Smile of Content
Mark the Triumph of Life that in Virtue is spent!—
And what Triumph is yours!—who round you behold
Five Sisters, whose Value no Muse can unfold!
Who bound by those Wreaths which Affection hath wove,
All their Days and their Years spend in Friendship and Love.—
'Tis a Picture so charming, so sweet to the Sight,
That the oftner I see it, it gives fresh Delight;
Its Lines are so just, and its Colours so true,
It was painted by Virtue one sees at first View;
'Tis a Hand I most rev'rence—So, let us agree
That my Screens ne'er shall cover this Picture from me.
That the oftner I see it, it gives fresh Delight;
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It was painted by Virtue one sees at first View;
'Tis a Hand I most rev'rence—So, let us agree
That my Screens ne'er shall cover this Picture from me.
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