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The Arrival.
I
She comes, the Venus of our isle!Cyprus ne'er saw so fair a thing;
The loves and graces round her smile,
The wond'ring muse admires the while,
Admires, but fears to sing.
II
See! where she walks the groves conspireIn closer shades to grow;
And trees whose loftier trunks aspire,
Bow down their heads, and seem t' admire,
And envy shrubs below.
III
The birds too leaving nests and young,Fly down to gaze on her;
From bush to bush they hop in throngs,
And entertain her with their songs,
Devoid of wonted fear.
IV
When in the garden she arrives,The smiling scene seems blest;
Each withering flow'r a while revives,
And those in bud put out their leaves
To see so fair a guest.
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V
The sun too seems with brighter rayT' adorn the lovely scene;
But it's her eyes augments the day,
Her presence makes the prospect gay,
O Phœbus! more than thine.
VI
Ev'n the lov'd Lady of the place,So long with grief opprest,
More chearful seems, which from her face,
Diffuses gladness round the place,
And joy thro' ev'ry breast.
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