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VERS DE SOCIETÈ.
ADDRESSED TO A LADY QUITTING LONDON.
“When compelld to be parted from those,
You request, ere we part, a brief line to convey, The sensations obscuring this long-dreaded day;
And as with your mandate, the Muse must comply, Not a blush o'er that dimple shall spread its soft dye;
Or envelope those features, so modest and mild,
Proclaiming their owner, Simplicity's child ;
If the cynical world ever mention your name;
And this verse shall be sacred, to friendship and thee,
And prove by your conduct, deportment, and air, What a polish our country's bright jewels can bear.
Then establish'd for months in your summer retreat,
(That temple of dulness-a fine country seat ;)