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And see, my Sarah, yonder rose Protected by its native thorns—Sweet emblem of the lovely maid Whom virtue guards, and truth adorns."
"And see yon stream so bright and smooth, Where oft, as carelessly we rove,You've vow'd in Sarah's list'ning ear Eternal constancy and love."
Her hand the swain enraptur'd caught;— "Dear maid, that stream shall cease to flowEre Richard can forget those vows, Or Sarah's matchless charms forego!"
The maiden smil'd, and from her breast A little blooming nosegay drew—"These flow'rs may wither, droop, and fade, But ne'er this heart shall prove untrue."
HARRIET.
Calm as yon stream's pellucid breast, That down the winding valley flows,By health and innocence caress'd, The dayspring of my life arose.