On the Eyes of Miss a----H---
Anne's Eye is liken'd to the Sun,From it such Beams of Beauty fall;And this can be denied by none,For like the Sun, it shines on All.
Then do not admiration smother,Or say these glances don't become her;To you, or I, or any otherHer Sun, displays perpetual Summer.
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