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SONG.—TO ELIZA.

If to mine eye, like thy fair cheek,
The rose soft pleasure could impart;
Its flow'r with eagerness I'd seek,
And always wear it on my heart.
For where thy image loves to rest,
'Twould bloom with still redoubled glow;
The panting soil that warms my breast,
No kinder gentler, Sun can know.