I hold your beauty fresh within this heart And in mind's eye see the breezes blow Tossing the curls of your light auburn hair, The sunlight like a sweet caress I know Smiles down upon your countenance so fair. And fitting for the royalty you wear So easily the stars above you glow To form a diadem of splendour rare, All Nature bows as you in peace depart.
Poems Undated (1727)
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