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16 :See the crimson silks unfold,
 * And the slender chains of gold,
 * Like the glittering curls descending,
 * When the bright one's head is bending;
 * And the radiant locks fall over,
 * Or her mirror or her lover,
 * On which face she likes to dwell,
 * 'Twere a prophet's task to tell;
 * All those crystal flasks enclose
 * Sighs of the imprisoned rose;
 * And those porcelain urns are filled
 * By sweet Indian wood distilled;
 * And behold those fragrant piles,
 * Spice from the Manilla isles,
 * Nutmegs, cloves, and cinnamon—
 * But our glorious task is done.
 * Little dreamed the merchant's care
 * Who his precious freight should share—
 * Fill the wine-cup to the brim,
 * Our first health shall be to him.

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