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 SCHOOL OF YOUNG LADIES.

��How fair upon the admiring sight,

In Learning's sacred fane, With cheek of bloom, and robe of white,

Glide on yon graceful train. Blest creatures ! to whose gentle eye

Earth's gilded gifts are new, Ye know not that distrustful sigh

Which deems its vows untrue.

There is a bubble on your cup

By buoyant fancy nurs'd, How high its sparkling foam leaps up !

Ye do not think 'twill burst : And be it far from me to fling

On budding joys a blight, Or darkly spread a raven's wing

To shade a path so bright.

There twines a wreath around your brow,

Blent with the sunny braid ; Love lends its flowers a radiant glow

Ye do not think 'twill fade :

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