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SH U N A M I TE,
A DIVINE POEM.
ADDRESSED TO A FRIEND.
A Clownish Poem on the Shunamite,
To Mistress Sangster, now at number eight,
I hope, dear madam, you will not be vex’d,
I trust your name is in the book of life; Nor have I us’d it here to gender strife : Take not this freedom in the least unkind, The poem's sent to entertain
The subject matter is a work of grace, Which on a saint in days of old took place; The sex, a woman, and her stature great ; And to her sex these lines I dedicate.
PREMISED ENQUIRY, AND CAUTION.
BuȚ if you ask what I might have in view,
Some people's heads are like a hive of bees,
Methinks, you prize an old prolific hive,
A lion slain was once a hive for bees,
That beast proclaims my former state of mind,
'Tis by your means this work is brought about,