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OH! THINK NOT TIME
Oh! think not Time can ever dim,
The memory of this hour,
Or, wake one fleeting thought in him,
Who feels too well its pow'r.
Ah! no! for fancy lingers yet,
To bless each early scene,
And memory sighs with fond regret,
O'er pleasures that have been.
The memory of this hour,
Or, wake one fleeting thought in him,
Who feels too well its pow'r.
Ah! no! for fancy lingers yet,
To bless each early scene,
And memory sighs with fond regret,
O'er pleasures that have been.
Far, tho' another scene delights,
Another prospect charms;
Tho' pleasures wild and fickle lights,
Allure me to her arms.
The revel o'er—my heart shall fly,
Instinctive to that Isle,
Where feeling left me with her sigh,
And met me with her smile.
Another prospect charms;
Tho' pleasures wild and fickle lights,
Allure me to her arms.
The revel o'er—my heart shall fly,
Instinctive to that Isle,
Where feeling left me with her sigh,
And met me with her smile.
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