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SONG TO FANNY.
Nature! thy fair and smiling face
Has now a double power to bless,
For 'tis the glass in which I trace
My absent Fanny's loveliness.
Has now a double power to bless,
For 'tis the glass in which I trace
My absent Fanny's loveliness.
Her heav'nly eyes above me shine,
The rose reflects her modest blush,
She breathes in every eglantine,
She sings in every warbling thrush.
The rose reflects her modest blush,
She breathes in every eglantine,
She sings in every warbling thrush.
That her dear form alone I see
Need not excite surprise in any,
For Fanny's all the world to me,
And all the world to me is Fanny.
Need not excite surprise in any,
For Fanny's all the world to me,
And all the world to me is Fanny.
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