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NEW POEMS Laughs at a jest; or with a shy

Glance of a parti-coloured eye

Half brown, half gold, approves delights

And warms the slave for whom she writes!

So dear, may you be never done

Your pretty, busy round to run.

And show, with changing frocks and scents

Your ever-varying lineaments,

Your saucy step, your languid grace,

Your sullen and your smiling face,

Sound sense, true valour, baby fears,

And bright unreasonable tears:

The Hebe of our aging tribe:

Matron and child, my friend and scribe!

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