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LINES,
OCCASIONED BY A BEAUTIFUL THOUGHT IN THE MIDST OF DISTRACTING EMPLOYMENT.
How oft amid perplexing cares,
Fancy comes with her sweetest airs,
And brightest scenes—
Like the midnight serenade,
Waking the beauteous maid
From earth-born dreams.
Fancy comes with her sweetest airs,
And brightest scenes—
Like the midnight serenade,
Waking the beauteous maid
From earth-born dreams.
'Tis as if the spirits of thought
Their fair and fragrant wreaths had brought,
From realms above;
But on earth too pure to stay,
Threw but one bright rose away,
To prove their love.
Their fair and fragrant wreaths had brought,
From realms above;
But on earth too pure to stay,
Threw but one bright rose away,
To prove their love.
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