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A DUET

Written for Mr. Randles, and his amiable little Daughter the Musical Prodigy; whose abilities were her Father's support. She exhibited her talents at Penzance, June 5th, 1807.

DAUGHTER.
Say, Father, why the trickling tears
Fall fast adown thy cheek;
O! ease a daughter's trembling fears,
And all thy sorrows speak.
What tho' the orb, that gilds the sky,
Be hidden from thy sight,
Thy daughter and thy Page am I
To guide thee thro' thy night.

FATHER.
My tears are not the tears of woe;
I know no bosom grief;
In gushing transport forth they flow,
Rapt ecstacy's relief:
Thy angel-skill and angel-love,
Boons for my blindness given,
Awake my thoughts to realms above,
And make my darkness Heaven.