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Ellisland, Nithsdale, July 27th, 1788.
My godlike friend-nay, do not stare, / You think the phrase is odd-like; / But God is love, the saints declare, / Then surely thou art god-like.
And is thy ardour still the same? / And kindled still at Anna? / Others may boast a partial flame, / But thou art a volcano!
Ev'n Wedlock asks not love beyond / Death's tie-dissolving portal; / But thou, omnipotently fond, / May'st promise love immortal!
Thy wounds such healing powers defy, / Such symptoms dire attend them, / That last great antihectic try- / Marriage perhaps may mend them.
Sweet Anna has an air-a grace, / Divine, magnetic, touching: / She talks, she charms-but who can trace / The process of bewitching?