The Death of Wolfe (n.d.)/The Woodland Maid

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THE WOODLAND MAID.

The woodland maid, my beauty's queen,In nature's simple charm array'd,This heart subdues; that matchless mien,Still binds me to the woodland maid.
Let others sigh for mines of gold,For wide domain, for gay parade;I would unmov'd such toys behold,Possess'd of thee, sweet woodland maid.

FINIS.

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