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[column 1:]
Fair maiden, let thy generous heart
From its present pathway part not —
Being every thing which now thou art,
Be nothing which thou art not.
So with the world thy gentle ways, [column 2:]
Thy unassuming beauty,
Thy truth — shall be a theme of praise
Forever, and love a duty.
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Notes:
None.
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[S:1 - BGM, 1839] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - Poems - To —— (Text-04)