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' youth may boast the curls that flow, In sunny waves of auburn glow; As graceful on thy hoary head, Has time the robe of honor spread, And there, oh! softly, softly shed, His wreath of snow!

As frost-work on the trees display'd, When weeping Flora leaves the shade, E'en more than Flora, charms the sight; E'en so thy locks, of purest white, Survive, in age's frost-work bright, Youth's vernal rose decay'd!

To grace the nymph, whose tresses play Light on the sportive breeze of May,