Written in an Ivory Book
No system this of deep devotion,
A Book indeed, without a notion:
And yet in these fair leaves you'll find
An emblem of my tender Mind;
Both spotless, ready to receive
Each kind impression You shall give.
A Book indeed, without a notion:
And yet in these fair leaves you'll find
An emblem of my tender Mind;
Both spotless, ready to receive
Each kind impression You shall give.
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