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234 Not though a thousand more adorn

The polished brow where once you shone,

Like rays which gild a cloudless sky

Beneath Columbia's fervid zone. 1806.

STANZAS TO JESSY.

1.

is a mystic thread of life

So dearly wreath'd with mine alone,

That Destiny's relentless knife

At once must sever both, or none.