Tho' unknown is the hand that bestow'd thee on me,
Sweet leaf! ev'ry fibre I'll warm with a kiss:
With the fame of her beauty thou well dost agree,
Whose presence shews conquest, whose triumph is bliss!
Lines To A Laurel-leaf, Sent To The Author By Miss ----
John Carr (sir)
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