The Menagerie
Talk not to me of savages,From Afric’s burning sun;No savage e’er could rend my heart,As Jessie, thou hast done:But Jessie’s lovely hand in mine,A mutual faith to plight,Not even to view the heavenly choir,Would be so blest a sight.
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