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SONNET.
[How-sweet is Love's first gentle sway]
How-sweet is Love's first gentle sway,When crown'd with flow'rs he softly smiles!
His blue eyes fraught with tearful wiles,
Where beams of tender transport play:
Hope leads him on his airy way,
And Faith and Fancy still beguiles—
Faith quickly tangled in her toils—
Fancy, whose magic forms so gay
The fair Deceiver's self deceive—
“How sweet is Love's first gentle sway;”
Ne'er would that heart he bids to grieve
From Sorrow's soft enchantments stray—
Ne'er—till the God exulting in his art,
Relentless frowns and wings th' envenom'd dart,
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