 | Ouâbi : or the virtues of nature |  |
AZÂKIA.
Why, ungrateful youth, ah! whyMust the poor Azâkia die!
If you leave this blissful plain,
Never shall we meet again.
Tho' to great Ouâbi true,
Yet this soul resides with you;
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While the body wastes to air.
Not the golden source of light,
Not the silver queen of night,
Not the placid morning dream,
Not the tree-reflecting stream,
Ever can a charm display,
When thy heav'nly form's away.
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