Lines Written Impromptu,
On a Lady's intimating a wish to see some verses of mine in the Messenger.
A Lady requests me to write
Some lines for your Messenger's muse,
And I cannot be so impolite,
By any means, as to refuse.
So I scribble these words in my way,
In spite of Minerva, you see;
But Venus will smile on my lay,
And that is sufficient for me.
A. B.
For the Southern Literary Messenger.
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