[20] [Untitled Fragment]

This flower, the garden’s proudest boast
Is destined, dearest Maid, for thee –
When Love & joy attend thee most
Ah! then thou wilt remember me.


 

Oh thank these pretty harmless doves5
Such be your joys & such your loves
Oh! never yield to feverish strife
Then shall you lead a happy life!
 
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