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6 'By the shade of yon sumach, whose red berry dips

In the gush of the fountain, how sweet to recline,

And to know that I sigh’d upen innocent lips.

Which ne’er had been sigh’d on by any but mine.

Every leaf, &c.

Woes my heart that we should sunder.

With broken words and downcast eyes, Poor Colin spoke his passion tender; And, parting with his Lucy, cries, Ah! woes my heart that we should sunder. To others I am cold as snow. But kindle with thine eyes like tinder; From thee with pain I’m forc’d to go; It breaks my heart that we should sunder.

Chain’d to thy charms, I cannot range; No beauty new my love shall hinder; Nor time, nor place, shall ever change My vows, tho’ we’re oblig'd to sunder. Ye powers, take care of my dear lass, That as I leave her I may find her; When that bless’d time shall come to pass, We’ll meet again, and never sunder.

The image of thy graceful air, And beauties which invite our wonder;