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SENT TO A LADY WITH SOME PRINTED VERSES.

I SEND with this the paltry rhymes

That I have writ, at idle times,

When in my mind there stood

Before my eyes a dream, a thing

Of which 't is well enough to sing

When in a singing mood.

But let me tell you words like those

Are not the heart's; we speak in prose

At any serious time;

And so I 'll say no more to you,

Lest you should think my words untrue

Simply because they rhyme.

E. C. P.