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Oft, as he rov'd o'er this enchanting wild,
Pray'd in his heart, enamour'd of the place,
That Heaven would teach him, as a signal grace,
To re-inspirit its dejected lord.
He tries to cheer him with a sprightly chord;
And, while no clouds the eye of hope bedim,
The tuneful pair, thus sing their grateful hymn.
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