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A POET'S STUDY.
While o'er her head a butterfly, That type, with beauty crown'd, Of future immortality,Should lightly flutter round.
My task is done:—who scorns my tasteMay paint me, if he can,A scene with gentler beauties grac'dFor poet or for man.
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