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FROM METASTASIO.
Nella face che risplende, &c.
On the bright taper's trembling ray,
The infant gazes with delight;
And fondly hopes to bear away
The splendid beam that charms his sight:
The infant gazes with delight;
And fondly hopes to bear away
The splendid beam that charms his sight:
In vain he strives with eager clasp,
To make the glittering prize his own;
The treach'rous flame eludes his grasp,
And, flying, leaves him pain alone.
To make the glittering prize his own;
The treach'rous flame eludes his grasp,
And, flying, leaves him pain alone.
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