Some bright thoughts visit me to-night,
Of a lady fair to see,
Who hides a faithful heart from sight,
In a form of symmetry.
'Tis strange that nature placed that soul
In a woman's lowly breast,
With all its noble self-control,
And its zeal that knows no rest!
Work on, my patriotic friend,
With increasing energy,
And God his choicest blessings send,
For thy kind humanity.
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