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<name>Caroline <index>Symmons</index></name>

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<title>To Her Young Friend</title>

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<remark>Astonishingly, by an eleven-year-old girl, who lived only to age 14.</remark>

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<line>No moon now blushes on the enamoured <rhyme on="a">sight</rhyme>;</line>

<line>No genial sun now warms the torpid <rhyme on="b">lay</rhyme></line>

<line>Since February sternly checked his <rhyme on="b">ray</rhyme></line>

<line>When Lucy's eyes first beamed their azure <rhyme on="a">light</rhyme>.</line>

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<line>What though no vernal flowers my hand <rhyme on="a">invite</rhyme></line>

<line>To crop their fragrance for your natal <rhyme on="b">day</rhyme>;</line>

<line>Lucy, for you the snowdrop and the <rhyme on="b">bay</rhyme></line>

<line>Shall blend the unfading green and modest <rhyme on="a">white</rhyme>.</line>

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<line>Though on your natal day with aspect <rhyme on="c">bleak</rhyme></line>

<line>Stern winter frown, in icy garments <rhyme on="d">dressed</rhyme>,</line>

<line>Still may the rosy summer robe your <rhyme on="c">cheek</rhyme></line>

<line>And the green spring still bud within your <rhyme on="d">breast</rhyme>:</line>

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<line>Till, the world fading on your closing <rhyme on="e">eyes</rhyme>,</line>

<line>You find a golden autumn in the <rhyme on="e">skies</rhyme>.</line>

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