Shadows (Howe)/With a Hand-glass to a Lady

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WITH A HAND-GLASS TO A LADY
LET not my looking on thee once, O glass!
Cloud the bright visions thou art yet to see.
My image wholly from thy face shall pass,
And her fair beauty daily shine on thee.
Tell her my darkened days would show as bright
Were they illumined by her constant light.

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