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SONG.
[O summer, thy presence gives warmth to the vale]
O summer, thy presence gives warmth to the vale;
The song of the warbler enlivens the grove;
The pipe of the shepherd too gladdens the gale:
Alas! but I hear not the voice of my love.
The song of the warbler enlivens the grove;
The pipe of the shepherd too gladdens the gale:
Alas! but I hear not the voice of my love.
The lilies appear in their fairest array;
To the valleys the woodbines a fragrance impart;
The roses the pride of their blushes display;
Alas! but I meet not the nymph of my heart.
To the valleys the woodbines a fragrance impart;
The roses the pride of their blushes display;
Alas! but I meet not the nymph of my heart.
Go, shepherds, and bring the sweet wanderer here,
The boast of her sex, and delight of the swains;
Go, Zephyr, and whisper this truth in her ear,
That the Pleasures with Julia are fled from the plains.
The boast of her sex, and delight of the swains;
Go, Zephyr, and whisper this truth in her ear,
That the Pleasures with Julia are fled from the plains.
If thus to the maid thou my wishes declare,
To the cot she has left she will quickly return;
Too soft is her bosom to give us despair,
That sooner would sigh than another's should mourn.
To the cot she has left she will quickly return;
Too soft is her bosom to give us despair,
That sooner would sigh than another's should mourn.
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