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Amelia Opie - Lines Written in 1799.
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Hail to thy pencil! well its glowing art
Has traced those features painted on my heart;
Now, though in distant scenes she soon will rove,
Still here I behold the friend I love—
Still see that smile, "endearing, artless, kind,"
The eye`s mild beam that speaks the candid mind,
Which, sportive oft, yet fearful to offend,
By humour charms, but never wounds a friend.

But in my breast contending feelings rise,
While this loved semblance fascinates my eyes;

Now, pleased I mark the painter`s skilful line, 
And now, rejoice the skill I mark is thine: 
And while I prize the gift by thee bestow`d, 
My heart proclaims, I`m of the giver proud.
Thus pride and friendship war with equal strife,
And now the friend exults, and now the wife.
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