To Dr. Mead, On His Cape Wine.
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Mary Barber
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Your Wine, by Southern Suns refin'd,
Is a just Emblem of your Mind:
Like You, the gen'rous Juice displays
Its Influence a thousand Ways;
Like You, it raises sinking Hearts,
Inspiring, and rewarding Arts;
Dispels the Spleen, and conquers Pain,
Calls back departing Life again.
Kamu malı: şairin ölümünün üzerinden 70 yıldan fazla geçti.
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