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ON THE SEUFZERS-BANK.
1
Where is thy breast, bright Daughter of the Morn?Where are thine arms to give my longing rest,
That I may die, and find myself new-born?
Where is thy breast?
2
Oh, let thy beauty pasture my desire,Appease, arouse, sustain me in some sphere
Where passion's tears may turn to action's fire!
Appear! appear!
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