plintary versicles to jessie lewars
the toast
fill with the rosy e,
call a toast, a toast dive:
giveth poet&039;s darlg f,
lovely jessie be her na;
then thou ayest freely boast,
thou hast given a peerless toast
the narie
talk not to of savas,
fro afric&039;s burng sun;
no sava e&039;er uld rend y heart,
as jessie, thou hast done:
but jessie&039;s lovely hand e,
a utual faith to plight,
not even to view the heavenly choir,
would be blest a sight
jessie&039;s illness
say, sas, what&039;s the char on earth
can turn death&039;s dart aside!
it is not purity and worth,
else jessie had not died
on her revery
but rarely seen sce nature&039;s birth,
the natives of the sky;
yet still one seraph&039;s left on earth,
for jessie did not die
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