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DOTS, 
them; 
epent, 
Tho’ the urchin had often been heard to declare, 
No F£te could be perfect if he were not there. 
And it certainly sounds and does seem very strange,— 
When the goddesses met to decide and arrange, 
Who should be invited, and who should be not , 
That one so important could e’er be forgot. 
Perhaps they fancied him blind, but we certainly know 
Love never was blind, tho’ he renders us so : 
Or how could the boy with so matchless an art, 
Just strike whilst it flutters an innocent heart ? 
Perchance they might deem him too young to appear, 
Like the seedlings they nurse for a forthcoming year: 
And were the soft wings of the scion unfurl’d 
They could not endure the chill blasts of the world. 
Be this as it may, Love could very well see— 
Could distinguish a beautiful flow’ret or tree ! 
For strong were his pinions and bright were his eyes, 
When he flew to that F6te in a flow’ry disguise, 
And Fancy conducted him there, as a Sprite, 
Whilst the Fairies were dancing their rounds in the night ; 
And found him a hiding place under the Bose 
Where Silence and Secrecy often repose ! 
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