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TO MEDINA.
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Serene as day, ere glittering Phœbus dawnO'er the dense vapours that debar the light—
Pure as that light, which welcomes in the morn—
Has nature form'd thee, thou endearing sprite!
In thee, I view each pleasure—each delight—
All that now charms this solitary place:
Form'd to attract, thou dazzle-est the sight—
Unfolding all the magic of thy face,
Like the resplendent glare of Heaven's solar grace!
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Nor less unequall'd are those sensual charms,That smile in beauty, from thy mind's bright eye—
Where Reason, seated 'midst her proud alarms,
Checks the wild pulse, or the unmeaning sigh,
In other maiden breasts, that idly lie.
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That seems some fond intenseness to descry—
But not of sorrow—'tis a hectic caught
From Feeling's silent cell—with contemplation wrought!
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Lovely alike—and virtuous all as well—Pure in its glow, as Abbot's dying pray'r—
Flower of my lonely bosom's tranquil swell,
Dear to my heart, as to mine eye so fair,
Thy fairy image hovers, ever, there—
I love thee—and its anxious pow'r to prove,
One tender wish shall be my constant care—
Lasting in joys—oh, happy be thy love,
'Till, Nature's boon reliev'd, thy Spirit waft above!
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