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Upon a Diamond Cross,

WORN ON HER BOSOM BY MISS C.M.

Well on that neck, sweet Kitty! may you wear
    The sparkling cross, with hopes to soften Heaven;
For trust me, tho’ so very young and fair,
    Thou hast some little sins to be forgiven:—
For all the hopes which wit and grace can spread,
    For all the sighs which countless charms can move,
Fall, lovely Kitty! on thy youthful head;
    Yet fall they gently—for the crime is love.