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TO LAURA.
In vain my Laura you conceal that Name,
When every Verse betrays you into Fame.
Raptur'd I read, and as I read, I see
Virtue can only be describ'd by Thee.
Drest in thy Verse, how beautiful she shines,
Charms in thy Thought, and by thy Soul refines.
So drawn thro' tuneful Instruments, the Air
In Music warbles, and expels Despair.
Again, fair Nymph thy Power of Numbers try,
And sweeten Sorrow into Harmony.
When every Verse betrays you into Fame.
Raptur'd I read, and as I read, I see
Virtue can only be describ'd by Thee.
Drest in thy Verse, how beautiful she shines,
Charms in thy Thought, and by thy Soul refines.
So drawn thro' tuneful Instruments, the Air
In Music warbles, and expels Despair.
Again, fair Nymph thy Power of Numbers try,
And sweeten Sorrow into Harmony.
So oft when touch'd with Sickness I repair
To draw from fragrant Fields a purer Air:
Nature still strives t' amuse my Mind in vain,
'Till Birds wide-warbling melodize the Plain.
The sprightly Notes each Sense of Pain controul,
And sudden Health revives my fainting Soul.
Sooth'd, there I stand, and sweetly lost around,
Hear of my Pains, and healthen from the Sound.
To draw from fragrant Fields a purer Air:
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'Till Birds wide-warbling melodize the Plain.
The sprightly Notes each Sense of Pain controul,
And sudden Health revives my fainting Soul.
Sooth'd, there I stand, and sweetly lost around,
Hear of my Pains, and healthen from the Sound.
With Virtue's Charms, my fair Physician prove,
And kindly make me such, as you could Love.
And kindly make me such, as you could Love.
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