limentary versicles to jessie lewar
the toast
fill me with the rosy wine,
call a toast, a toast divine:
giveth me poet's darling flame,
lovely jessie be her name
then thou mayest freely boast,
thou hast given a peerless toast.
the menagerie
talk not to me of savages,
from afric's burning su
o savage e'er could rend my heart,
as jessie, thou hast done:
ut jessie's lovely hand in mine,
a mutual faith to plight,
ot even to view the heavenly choir,
would be so blest a sight.
jessie's illne
ay, sages, what's the charm oh
turh's dart aside!
it is not purity and worth,
else jessie had not died.
on her recovery
ut rarely seen siure's birth,
the natives of the sky
yet still one seraph's left oh,
for jessie did not die.
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