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Far from the sun and summer gale,
In thy green lap was Nature's darling laid,
Stretch'd forth its little arms, and smiled.
This pencil take,' she said, whose colors clear Richly paint the vernal year;
Thine too these golden keys, immortal boy!
This can unlock the gates of joy ;
Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.'
IN FOURTEEN VOLUMES,
ROMEO AND JULIET.
L. A. LEWIS, 125, FLEET STREET.