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SONG.

ON JULIA.

Ere 'witching Love my heart possest,
And bade my sighs the nymph pursue
Calm as the infant's smiling rest,
No anxious hope nor fear it knew.

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But doom'd, ah! doom'd at last to mourn,
What tumults in that heart arose!
An ocean tumbling wild, and torn
By tempests from its deep repose.
Yet let me not the virgin blame,
As though she wish'd my heart despair;
How could the maid suspect a flame,
Who never knew that she was fair?