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TO MY SISTER.
Written at a small distance from my House,
and sent by my little Boy.
It is the first mild day of March :
There is a blessing in the air,
My Sister! ('tis a wish of mine)
Edward will come with you; and pray, Put on with speed your woodland dress; And bring no book: for this one day We'll give to idleness.
No joyless forms shall regulate
Love, now an universal birth,
One moment now may give us more
Some silent laws our hearts may make,