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SONNET. TO SENSIBILITY.

Sister of Love, thro' yon deserted grove
That warblest sweet thy lorn, romantic tale,
Or by the mould'ring abbey lov'st to rove,
And ask the pity of the sighing gale:
To thee, soft pow'r, the gently-throbbing breast,
And am'rous glance, and love-lorn lay belong;
To thee, the vow to Love and her confest,
Whose name so oft has grac'd her Henry's song!
And O, let ev'ry fonder thought she knows,
With gayest hope on this blest bosom dwell,
Where still with vestal fire affection glows,
Still boasts her truest, tenderest tale to tell!
O let her bid the rapt'rous hour awake,
When Time shall envy bonds he cannot break!