School of Young Ladies.
by Lydia Sigourney
How fair upon the admiring sight,
In Learning’s sacred fane,
With cheek of bloom, and robe of white,
Glide on yon graceful train.
Blest creatures! to whose gentle eye
Earth’s gilded gifts are new,
Ye know not that distrustful sigh
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