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ADDRESS TO A LOCKET.
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Come thou soft and sacred favourThe remembrance chaste impart;
Take thy station on my bosom,
Lightly lodging near the heart.
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While that tender thing shall flutter,Thou the secret cause shalt know;
Whether pleasure or disaster
Thou wilt see what stirs it so.
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When the hope of happy tidingsShall the sweet sensations move,
When the white and winged agents
Whisper friendship, whisper love;
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Then all symathetic thrilling,Thou the rosy stream shalt guide;
While as runs the ruddy treasure,
Thou'rt the genius of the tide.
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Haply when this heart is sinkingThou shalt soothe the rising sigh,
When with woe surcharg'd 'tis sinking,
Thou wilt see the reason why.
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Ev'ry curious eye escaping,Here securely shalt thou rest;
Tho' the universe were searching,
Thine the secrets of my breast.
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Come then dear and decent favour,Learn what thou wilt ne'er impart;
Fix thy throne, and fix it ever,
In the regions of my heart.
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O'er these delicate dominions,Cast a Monarch's careful view,
Render every subject passion
Worthy me, and worthy you.
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Let not realms so rich, so tender,Suffer rebels weeds to grow,
But the flowers—ah! do not crush them,
In vision sweet, oh! let them blow.
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Gentlest sighs shall serve for breezes,Softly aid them, auburn friend;
Silent tears, like dews descending,
Shall the lovely growth attend.
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Thou shalt watch them night and morning,Thou shalt see the nurselings rise;
Thou, with me, shalt tremble for them,
Thou, with me, invoke the skies.
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If at length, alas! they wither,If they sicken, if they die,
In one grave—oh! dear companion,
Still embosom'd may we die.
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