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Child, with many a childish wile,
Timid look, and blushing smile,
Downy wings to steal the way,
Guilded bow, and quiver gay,
Who in thy simple mien would trace
The tyrant of the human race?

Who is he whose flinty heart
Hath not felt the flying dart?
Who is he that from the wound
Hath not pain and pleasure found?
Who is he that hath not shed
Curse and blessing on thy head?

.....to Cupid by Joanna Baillie (1762-1851)