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VERSO:

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There is music soft and mournful, sad and plaintive in its tone
Heard but in the vale of willows, With its never

ceasing moan, Can some lone, despairin spirit in its
branches fettered be? In the moaning, ever groanig

Weeping, wailing willow tree

RECTO:

Twelfth Leaf.

Translation[s] of a Latin Poem, com-
posed by Bishop Lowth.

'To Hannah More,
The pious and learned Lady, Polite, ingenius, and
equally illustrious, in pleasantry and wisdom.
Let all the virgin, read Sulpicia,

Let all the young men, and all the old men read her,
Let all the gay read, and the all serious, wh read her,
Who girt with her poetic measurs, and voluble
of voice, by her powers, has brought gems to their
hands.

He, who will read, will say, that no poetry is more
neat than her easy measure,
And he, who well considers her song, will say
that no song is more chaste.

The Graces are present with her, and the Muses favour.
While thus informing the flexible minds, with
example, with counsels, with love, and with
knowledge, She imbues, with beautiful powers
the tender bosoms of Virgins; And Stile says
that the ages quickly approaching, will, for
books, be comparable to the age of Adison.

Rom. 8:22. Mark 16:15. Col 1:15, 23.