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Won by the verse and lore of ancient time,
Beguild in youth, amus'd in manhood's prime;
'Iis surely venial, if my heart retains
Some ling'ring fondness for those matchless strains;
If, while I bow before the Muse's shrine,
And at her feet present my humble line,
Some cherish'd relic of the once lov'd song
Defile the off'ring, and affront the throng.
Beguild in youth, amus'd in manhood's prime;
'Iis surely venial, if my heart retains
Some ling'ring fondness for those matchless strains;
If, while I bow before the Muse's shrine,
And at her feet present my humble line,
Some cherish'd relic of the once lov'd song
Defile the off'ring, and affront the throng.
THE END.
C. WOOD, Printer,
Poppin's Court, Fleet Street.
