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II.
Still when some chosen Fair commands the heart,Gay Fancy acts at night her mimic part:
With skilful hand she decks the living scene,
And ushers to the view the bosom's Queen.
Ye Lovers, answer to the truth I sing;
Say, does not Fancy to your slumber bring,
Dress'd by each grace, in Beauty's best array,
The welcome Fair who charm'd you thro' the day?
Does not her form return to glad the sight,
Like Cynthia bursting thro' the cloud of night?
How pleas'd each well-known feature we descry,
That look of sense—that eloquence of eye!—
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Steal on our slumber, and enchant the heart.
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