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She's as the opening lilly fair.

When beauty blazes heav'nly bright,

the must cap no more cease to ring.

Than can he lark with rising light,

her notes neglect with drooping wing.

The morning shines, harmonious birds rise high,

The dawning beauty smile, and poets fly.

Young Annie's budding graces claim

th' inspired thought and softest lays :

And kindle in the breast a flame

which must be vented in her praise.

Tell us ye shepherd have ye seen

E'cr one so like an an el read the green?

The youth, be watchful of your hearts

when she appears, tak the aerm:

Love on her beauty points his darts,

and wings an arrow each charm.

Around her eyes and smiles the graces sport,

And to her snowy neck and breast resort.

But vain must every can on prove,

when such inchanting sweetness shines

The wounded swain must yield to love,

and wonder, tho' he hopeless place.