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ADDRESS
To the Picture of---
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Come to me, image—sweetest—dearest—And soothe my bosom's bursting grief;
Since she, whose lovely smile thou wearest,
Has ceas'd to give my mind relief!
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Still sparkling in that livid smile,Beam recollections blandly dear;
And in that eye's bewitching wile,
The magic, which I thought sincere!
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I lov'd her fondly—woo'd her too—To own her, was not my proud lot;
And all the vows I sigh'd so true,
Are fated worse, than if forgot!
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'Tis past—and oh, how vain to traceOne glow, to calm my tortur'd breast;
So go—thou fair, deceitful face—
Nor longer break upon my rest!
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