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XXXIX.
[Does Thespia still expect to hear]
Does Thespia still expect to hearMelodious numbers charm her ear?
Still owns my soul her gentle reign,
Nor shall the wish be breath'd in vain.
Tho the fleet years on ceaseless wing
Have borne away the sweets of spring,
Tho summer's riper glories fade,
Yet mild is autumn's balmy shade:
And fancy to her office true,
Can each idea past renew.
Bid early love his blossoms shed,
His virid chaplets bind our head;
His fuller graces round us pour
Th' ethereal warmth he felt before.
Minds aptly join'd fresh scenes create,
And change the partial laws of fate.
Not even winter's rushing storm
Their pleasing visions can deform.
Amid it's frosts shall roses bloom,
Internal brightness cheer it's gloom.
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