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70 LINES ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY.

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I.

, sweet girl! the hissing lead,

Wafting destruction o'er thy charms

And hurtling o'er thy lovely head,

Has fill'd that breast with fond alarms.

2.

Surely some envious Demon's force,

Vex'd to behold such beauty here,

Impell'd the bullet's viewless course,

Diverted from its first career.