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And here, close nestling to my hand, 
Behold the humble Dew-plant stand, 
Waiting to bear my first command, 
Like messenger from Fairy Land! 
Then whisper to the beauteous maid 
Of Music’s charms, whose power to aid 
My suit, this night shall be essayed, 
In Love’s first anxious ‘ Serenade.’ 
Acacia! mid thy fragrant bells 
‘ Platonic Love ’ would weave his spells; 
Then bear them where my fair one dwells. 
His first wish thus affection tells. 
And thou, Stock Gilly ! ‘ still the same,’ 
Seeking nor change, nor show, nor fame, 
Might’st put full many a friend to shame, 
Go — with my blessing on thy name! 
