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A Health.
{"newspaper_name": "Mississippi Democrat.", "edition": "01", "page": "pNone", "byline": "BY E. c. rrNcKNEY."}
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HY E. c. PINcKNEY.
Gil this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone,
A woman, other gentle sex the seeming paragon;
To whom the better elements and kindly stars
have given,
form so fair, that like the air, 'ts less of earth
than heaven.
Her every tone is music's own, like those of
morning birds,
And something more than melody dwels ever
in her words;
The coinage Of her heart are they, and rom
her lips each flows
A one may see the burthened bee forth issue
from the rose.
Affections are as thoughts to her the measure Of
her hours;
Her feelings have the fragrancy the freshness of
young flowers;
And lovely passions, changing oft, so hll her,
she appears
The image Of themselves by the idol Of
past years.
OF her bright face one glance will trace a picture
on the brain,
Aud Of her voice in eohoing hearts sound will
long remain;
But memory such as mine Of her SO very much
endears,
When death is nigh my latest sigh will not be
life's but hers.
Idl this cup to one made up OF loveliness alone,
Awoman, Of her gentle sex the seeming paragon :
Her health! and would on earth there stood
some more OF such a frame,
Then life might be all poetry, and weariness a
name.