plintary versicles to jessie lewars

the toast

fill with the rosy e,

call a toast, a toast dive:

giveth poet&039;s darlg f,

lovely jessie be her na;

then thou ayest freely boast,

thou hast given a peerless toast

the narie

talk not to of savas,

fro afric&039;s burng sun;

no sava e&039;er uld rend y heart,

as jessie, thou hast done:

but jessie&039;s lovely hand e,

a utual faith to plight,

not even to view the heavenly choir,

would be blest a sight

jessie&039;s illness

say, sas, what&039;s the char on earth

can turn death&039;s dart aside!

it is not purity and worth,

else jessie had not died

on her revery

but rarely seen sce nature&039;s birth,

the natives of the sky;

yet still one seraph&039;s left on earth,

for jessie did not die