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Your infant beauty could forget
no happiness nor pain.
When I this dawning did admire,
and prais'd the coming day,
I little thought that rising fire,
would take my rest away.
Your charms in harmless childhood lay,
as metals in a mine:
Age from no face takes more away
than youth conceal'd in thine;
But as your charms insensibly
to their perfection prest,
So love as unperceiv'd did fly
and center'd in my breast.
My passions with your beauty grew,
while Cupid at my heart
Still as his mother favour'd you,
threw a new flaming dart,
Each gloried in their wanton part:
to make a lover, he
Employ'd the utmost of his heart:
to make a beauty, she.
THE SAILOR'S RANT.
HOW pleasant a sailor's life passes,
