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INVITATION TO CYNTHIA.

Come, Cynthia, to thy shepherd's vale,
Though tyrant Winter shade the scene;
The leafless grove has felt his gale,
And ev'ry warbler mourns his reign.
Yet, what to me the howling wind?
Thy voice the linnet's song supplies:
Or what the cloud to me, who find
Eternal sunshine in thy eyes?