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POEMS.
TO VANITY.
Oh! Thou, whom thankless men revile,
Best soother of their pains;
Thou, in whose gay complacent smile
Eternal sunshine reigns;
On wounded pride and feelings sore
Whose friendly hand can balsam pour,
And blunt the shafts of scorn;
This votive wreath for Thee I twine,
And bid the Muse thy gaudy shrine,
Sweet Vanity, adorn!
Best soother of their pains;
Thou, in whose gay complacent smile
Eternal sunshine reigns;
On wounded pride and feelings sore
Whose friendly hand can balsam pour,
And blunt the shafts of scorn;
This votive wreath for Thee I twine,
And bid the Muse thy gaudy shrine,
Sweet Vanity, adorn!
