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SONG.

BY JULIA.

When love hath charm'd the virgin's ear,
She hides the tender thought in vain;
How oft a blush, a sigh, a tear,
Betrays the sweetly-anxious pain!
Dear youth! a mutual flame I own:
The sorrows of thy breast are mine;
Thy virtues all my heart have won,
That boasts a passion pure as thine.
No more shalt thou my coldness mourn—
I trust the drop that dims thine eye;
I see fair Truth thy lips adorn,
And hear her voice in ev'ry sigh.