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MADRIGAL.
[Oh, Stream! on whose fair breast the sunbeams play]
Oh, Stream! on whose fair breast the sunbeams play,
If o'er thy banks my gentle love should stray,
Keep thou her image on thy bosom clear,
To bless my eyes when next I wander near
If o'er thy banks my gentle love should stray,
Keep thou her image on thy bosom clear,
To bless my eyes when next I wander near
And thou, too, Echo, when she passes by,
If she should gladly sing or fondly sigh,
Oh keep the sounds, and but repeat them, when
I, her fond lover, cross thy haunts again.
If she should gladly sing or fondly sigh,
Oh keep the sounds, and but repeat them, when
I, her fond lover, cross thy haunts again.
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