All forgot for recollecting
All forgot for recollecting
Just a paltry One
All forsook, for just a Stranger’s
New Accompanying
Grace of Wealth, and Grace of Station
Less accounted than
An unknown Esteem possessing
Estimate Who can
Home effaced Her faces dwindled
Nature altered small
Sun if shone or Storm if shattered
Overlooked I all
Dropped my fate a timid Pebble
In thy bolder Sea
Prove me Sweet if I regret it
Prove Myself of Thee





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