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THE LOVER’S OFFERING, 
but Myrtle, Snowdrop, Wood Sorrel, and 
Eed Poppy. I bow to your Vervain. I am 
Witch Hazel. Black Currant. Adieu, 
my dearest, my Variegated Daisy. 
A WISH. 
May Woman’s breast be pleasure’s couch. 
But free from thoughts unholy; 
May it be warm to virtue’s touch. 
But cold as ice to folly ! 
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WHAT IS IT P 
It is not thy brow so white and so fair; 
It is not the flow of thy soft silv’ry hair ; 
It is not the blush of thy dear glowing cheek, 
Where crimson does flush when flatterers speak; 
It is not thine eye so sparkling and bright, 
Like stars of the sky, forth flinging their light; 
It is not thy lip, the sweetest of sweet; 
It is not the sip thereon that I meet; 
It is not thy form, though lovely thou art;— 
Oh, no, the bright charm, dearest maid, is thy 
heart : 
Thy gentleness, dear one, has charm’d me alone; 
Thy innocence, fair one, has made me thy own. 
