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Rh And she is all of solid fire And gems & gold that none his hand Dares stretch to touch her Baby form Or wrap her in his swaddling-band

But She comes to the Man she loves If young or old or rich or poor They soon drive out the aged Host A Begger at anothers door

He wanders weeping far away Untill some other take him in Oft blind & age-bent sore distrest Untill he can a Maiden win

And to allay his freezing Age The Poor Man takes her in his arms The Cottage fades before his Sight The Garden & its lovely Charms.

The Guests are scatterd thro' the land For the Eye altering alters all The Senses roll themselves in fear And the flat Earth becomes a Ball

The Stars Sun Moon all shrink away A desart vast without a bound And nothing left to eat or drink And a dark desart all around