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But he whose steps did her thoughts pursue,
Was safe from the danger her fancy drew;
How little she deem'd that on Mona's shore
He slept in safety till night was o'er.
Oh! had she known on that stormy night
That form so dear might have met her sight,
Her whisp'ring heart would have said 'twas love
That made him the rage of the tempest prove.
Yes, love had brought him to Mona's isle,
But 'twas to seek for another's smile,
To catch one glance with the morning's ray,
And then to sail, with the light, away.
But Mable judg'd by her hopes so dear
That oaths are binding, and vows sincere,
And thought, as he call'd her at length his bride,
Nor life nor death could their fates divide:—
She knew not the pow'r new beauty bears,
That former bonds it asunder tears—
That the sight of charms never seen before
Had made him cherish her love no more!
Was safe from the danger her fancy drew;
How little she deem'd that on Mona's shore
He slept in safety till night was o'er.
Oh! had she known on that stormy night
That form so dear might have met her sight,
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That made him the rage of the tempest prove.
Yes, love had brought him to Mona's isle,
But 'twas to seek for another's smile,
To catch one glance with the morning's ray,
And then to sail, with the light, away.
But Mable judg'd by her hopes so dear
That oaths are binding, and vows sincere,
And thought, as he call'd her at length his bride,
Nor life nor death could their fates divide:—
She knew not the pow'r new beauty bears,
That former bonds it asunder tears—
That the sight of charms never seen before
Had made him cherish her love no more!
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