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Come, tell me where the maid is found,

Whose heart can love without deceit—

And I will range the world around,

To sigh one moment at her feet.

O tell me where's her sainted home,

What air receives her blessed sigh!

A pilgrimage of years I'll roam,

To catch one sparkle of her eye!

And if her cheek be rosy bright,

While truth her bosom lies;

I'll gaze upon her morn and night,

Till my heart leave through my eyes!

Show me on earth a thing so rare,

I'll own all miracles are true;

To make one maid sincere and fair,

O, 'tis the utmost Heaven can do!