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To my little niece ANNE DUYCKINCK To his charming black-ey'd niece Uncle Harry wishest peace! Wishes roses ever strow'd O'er her sublunary road! No rude winds around her howl O'er her head no tempests scowl; No red lightnings flash around No loud thunders rock the ground! Bright has been her morning sun Brighter still be that to come! All a blue serene above, Within, all innocence & love.