TO PRISCILLA.

TO PRISCILLA.

I know, since you my dreams are haunting—So purely fair, so winsome faced—Though Love the gift of sight is wanting,He hasn’t lost the sense of taste.Stephen Decatur Smith, Jr.

I know, since you my dreams are haunting—So purely fair, so winsome faced—Though Love the gift of sight is wanting,He hasn’t lost the sense of taste.Stephen Decatur Smith, Jr.

I know, since you my dreams are haunting—So purely fair, so winsome faced—Though Love the gift of sight is wanting,He hasn’t lost the sense of taste.

I know, since you my dreams are haunting—

So purely fair, so winsome faced—

Though Love the gift of sight is wanting,

He hasn’t lost the sense of taste.

Stephen Decatur Smith, Jr.

Stephen Decatur Smith, Jr.

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