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Sweet blossom ! then T sighing said, 



Hov.' soon thy beauties die ; 

 The I'airest flower the garden knows, 



With thee in vain would vie. 



Be thou my silent monitor, 



And warn my heedless youth. 

 The graces of the mind to seek, 



In piety and truth. 



For outward charms of shape or face 



Soon wither, like the rose ; 

 But virtue, lovely e'en in death, 



Fresh beauties will disclose, 



OBIGIITAI. 



