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Braid flowers and gems in each bright tress,
To hide its native loveliness,
And veil the beauties of thy mind
With taste, and wit, and sense refin'd.

Go then—and may the laughing hours
For ever strew thy path with flowers;
And may thy life be as this night,
With pleasure's expectation bright;
And ever may hope's fairy spell
Be cast on thee—sweet maid, farewell!