Flowers as yet beyond compare,           

             Though flourishing in northern air.           

                        

 Farewells twined with tender Fears,           

 Golden day-dreams, gemm'd with tears,           

 Affections nurtur'd many years,           

             Before this perfect bloom appears.           

                        

 Thoughts of fondness and of pride,           

 Love-vanities we need not hide;           

 Heart-blossoms, in its crimson dyed,           

             For you, are here together tied.           

                        

             And yet they all appear too poor,           

             Though goodness can ensure no more;           

             Though monarchs, whom the world adore,           

             Would purchase such with all their store.           

                        

             And while this charmed gift we send,           

             We know where'er your footsteps bend,           

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