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Led by thy light the Lover roves, to muse
On her, who first engaged his secret sigh.
Thee, too, the fond Enthusiast deems his friend;
When o'er the scented grave of her he loved,
Untimely lost in death's oblivious shade,
He drops the silent tear, and bending kneels
To kiss the sacred spot, and sigh “Farewell.”