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TO A COUNTRY MAIDEN

Stay thou, maiden, in the dew;
Though thy pleasures are but few;
Be not anxious for the strife,
And the hustle we call “life”!
All our ladies stepping fine
Cannot match thee, sweetheart mine;
They but glitter, thou dost shine;
And their faces are but made,
Fresh at eve, with morn they fade;
Thou art rosiest in the dawn,
Laughing on the seaward lawn.
Tripping in a simple gown,
Go not thou to London town!
Which is fairer, the cut flower,
Gracing the hot ball-room hour,
Or the violet we espy,
Lighting on it suddenly?
All these gorgeous blooms I'd pass

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To perceive thee, lovely lass,
Simply growing in the grass.
Tripping in a fragrant gown,
Go not thou to London town!
Maiden, stay thou still in dew,
Though thy pleasures are but few;
Shading hat with ribbons down
Charm me more than any crown;
Go not thou to London town!