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  KATHERINE OGIE.

AS walking forth to view the plain, Upon a morning early, While May’s sweet scent did cheer my brain, From flowers which grew so rarely; I chanc'd to meet a pretty maid, She shin'd tho' it was foggie: I ask'd her name; Sweet Sir, she said. My name is Kath'rine Ogie.

I stood a while, and did admire, To see a nymph so stately; So brisk an air there did appear In a country maid so neatly:— Such nat'ral sweetness she display'd. Like a lily in a bogie, Diana’s self was ne'er array'd Like this same Kath'rine Ogie.

Thou flower of females, beauty's queen, Who sees thee sure must prize thee; Tho' thou art drest in robes but mean, Yet these cannot disguise thee: Thy handsome air, and graceful look, Excels each clownish rogie; Thou’rt match for laird, or lord, or duke, My charming Kath'rine Ogie.

were I but some shepherd swain, feed my flock beside thee; aughting-time to leave the plain, milking to abide thee: