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Stella In Mourning
by [?]


When lately Stella’s form display’d
The beauties of the gay brocade,
The nymphs, who found their pow’r decline,
Proclaim’d her not so fair as fine.
“Fate! snatch away the bright disguise,
And let the goddess trust her eyes.”
Thus blindly pray’d the fretful fair,
And fate malicious heard the pray’r;
But, brighten’d by the sable dress,
As virtue rises in distress,
Since Stella still extends her reign,
Ah! how shall envy sooth her pain?
Th’ adoring youth and envious fair,
Henceforth, shall form one common prayer:
And love and hate, alike, implore
The skies–“That Stella mourn no more.”