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THE STOLEN GLOVE.
O beauteous hand! that dost my heart subdue, / And in a little space my life confine; / Hand where their skill and utmost efforts join / Nature and Heaven, their plastic powers to show! / Sweet fingers, seeming pearls of orient hue, / To my wounds only cruel, fingers fine! / Love, who towards me kindness doth design, / For once permits ye naked to our view.