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of the magic lay, Ever let me own thy sway; Thine the sweet enchanting art, To charm and to correct the heart; To bid the tear of pity flow, Sacred to thy tale of woe; Or raise the lovely smile of pleasure, With sportive animated measure.

"Oh! Goddess of the magic lay," To thee my early vows I pay; Still let me wander in thy train, And pour the wild romantic strain. Be mine to rove by thee inspir'd,   In peaceful vales, and scenes retir'd;    For in thy path, oh! heavenly maid, The roses smile that never fade.