Lines To A Laurel-Leaf, Sent To The Author By Miss ---- .

A poem by John Carr

Tho' unknown is the hand that bestow'd thee on me,
Sweet leaf! ev'ry fibre I'll warm with a kiss:
With the fame of her beauty thou well dost agree,
Whose presence shews conquest, whose triumph is bliss!

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