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To be mine, and we shall be then
Very happy Valentines.
TO A LADY FOND OF READING.
Since books so much delight you
To verses I’ll invite you,
Oh, ponder every line:
I wish, indeed, my metre,
Was loftier and sweeter,
To please my Valentine.
Had I heroics fine, how
With Walter Scott I’d vie now—
The task I’d ne’er decline;
So moving, so pathetic,
Sublime and energetic,
Should be my Valentine!
Accept my strains, however,
Tho’ they’re a poor endeavour,
My passion to define;
This sentence, tho’ should move you—
Then mark it well—I love you,
And am your Valentine!
TO A LADY OF PIETY.
Thou art my saint, religious fair!
Thou art indeed divine!
And such a saint, may angels spare,
To be my Valentine!
