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['Tis Memory's aid my vows implore]
I
'Tis Memory's aid my vows implore,For she will smile when fortune's coy;
And to the eye of love restore
The spirit of departed joy.
II
O plunge me still, with magic art,In soothing fancy's soft abyss;
And fill my fond, my faithful heart
With visions of thy purer bliss!
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