Then take the wings of conquering love,
And search the fair one out.
'T is evident from all you say
She's still somewhere about."
PART II.
Sequel.
A month elapsed; one afternoon
Through Brighton Street we strayed.
The other streets we all had tried,
Nor found the long-sought maid.
There, on the left hand of the way,
Or 't was so eight years since,
A bun shop stands, with rolls and twists
And pies, both squash and mince.
I know not what attraction 't was
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