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At Malvern Wells
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I came on Lily, clad in fur;
She brought a genial warmth with her,
Diffused a glow through all my frame.
Avaunt, ye fiends! at Lilian's name,
Of health a very harbinger.
My doctor says I would aver
That she was Mercy's minister.
He says 'The Wells,' but I exclaim,
’I came on Lily.'
Despite M.D.'s, I do not err,
Love is a potent sorcerer.
My fiends all shrank, aghast and tame,
As, no more crippled, halt, or maim,
I came on Lily.
