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[Not all the Beauties fancied Rapture feigns]
Not all the Beauties fancied Rapture feigns,Of Grove-clad Hills, and Flow'r enamell'd plains,
Of Crystal Streams, and Amaranthine Bowers,
Ambrosial Fruits, and soft-refreshing Showers,
Not Music's Warblings, or a Zephyr'd Sky,
Nor variegated Scenes to feast the Eye,
Form'd the glad Eden of the Primal Pair;
Where dwells True Love all Paradise is there:—
But ah! when banish'd Innocence and Love,
No longer please, Hill, Dale, or tuneful Grove;
To Be torments—all Nature wears a Gloom,
And fell Despair and Hate the Reins assume;
No more with Heav'n's First Joys our Bosoms swell;
What erst was Paradise becomes a Hell.
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