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| Held at Birmingham Archive in the Hutton Collection. |
The poem reads:
If Cupid blind I am very sure
I hope we ne’er may find a
cure
For of all the youths my diamonds
viewed
There’s none like you not
half so good.
Tho’ you are not rich in
[wealth]
You have a treasure in your
self
‘Tis contentment – and your
mind
Ts noble generous and kind.
What is riches but a shadow
Here today and gone tomorrow
To wish it then I’m sure you’re
wiser
I hate the very name of
miser.
When you see an humble cot
Like this you’ll purchase us
the lot
Within its walls with health
combined
Peace and happiness you’ll
find.
My rhyme like all things [h]as
an end
So a dream to you my youthful
friend
And if this rhyme you do
admire
My name to [?] “ye Gods” would set your heart on fire.