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POEMS.
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TO GEORGINA,

ON HER BIRTH-DAY.

Nor Love's complaint, nor Passion's prayer,Nor Harp that's strung with Cupid's hairSalutes thine ear, and bids the airSpread round thy charms and worth:'Tis Friendship, pure, serene, and mild,Esteem's and Admiration's child,Whose voice now hails the morn, which smiledOn fair Georgina's birth.
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