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TO MY SISTER.
Written at a small distance from my House, and fent by my little Boy.
It is the first mild day of March :
There is a bleffing in the air,
My Sifter! ('tis a wish of mine)
Now that our morning meal is done,
Make hafte, your morning task refign;
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
Our living calendar:
We from to-day, my friend, will date
Love, now an universal birth,
From heart to heart is ftealing,
From earth to man, from man to earth : -It is the hour of feeling.
One moment now may give us more
Our minds fhall drink at every pore
Some filent laws our hearts may make,