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POEMS.

TO VANITY.

Oh! Thou, whom thankless men revile,Best soother of their pains;Thou, in whose gay complacent smileEternal sunshine reigns;On wounded pride and feelings soreWhose friendly hand can balsam pour,And blunt the shafts of scorn;This votive wreath for Thee I twine,And bid the Muse thy gaudy shrine,Sweet Vanity, adorn!
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