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A SONNET to the Book

Ah go! beyond thy kindred copies blest,
Go meet thy happiness—be Jersey's guest:
She, skill'd to judge, thy humble themes receives,
Her graceful hand shall touch thy trembling leaves:
Her eyes, the boast and envy of the age,
Shall shed their pleasing lustre o'er thy page:
And while she reads, thy conscious form shall feel
The breath of spring from lips celestial steal.
 

These lines were sent to Lady Jersey, with a former edition of these Poems.