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[When passions dark shadows arise]
When passions dark shadows arise
To meet my lov'd Idol I stray,
With plaints to awaken her sighs,
And sadden her soul with my lay.
To meet my lov'd Idol I stray,
With plaints to awaken her sighs,
And sadden her soul with my lay.
Yet oft as the Virgin appears,
I banish my heart-rending strain;
In pity I stifle my tears,
And my numbers forget to complain.
I banish my heart-rending strain;
In pity I stifle my tears,
And my numbers forget to complain.
So tranquil, so joyous her mien,
I dare not my passion disclose—
How cruel, her bosom's Serene
To cloud with the gloom of my woes!
I dare not my passion disclose—
How cruel, her bosom's Serene
To cloud with the gloom of my woes!
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