Poems (Frances Elizabeth Browne)/To a young lady

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TO A YOUNG LADY, WHO HAD SENT THE WRITER A LOCK OF HER OWN HAIR, WITH ONE OF HER LOVER'S.
I write, dear Eliza, in doleful dismay,I have had such a loss,—O, forgive me! do, pray!The lock, the dear lock!—William's hair!—O, 't is true,I have lost it; O, will you forgive me? pray do!
Your gift arrived safe, but I searched for in vainMy other lost treasure, again and again;I had hoped the dear relics together to twine,But this sweet consolation can never be mine.
If, however, dear girl, you will try me once more,I will guard it as close as a miser his store;Send me in your next letter a lock as before. Farewell, dear Eliza, believe me to be  Your sad but affectionate friend,F. E. B.
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