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Whilst tracing thy visage, I sink in emotion,

For no other damsel so wond'rous I see;

Thy looks are so pleasing, thy charms so amazing,

I think of no other, my true-love, but thee.

With heart-burning rapture I gaze on thy beauty,

And fly like a bird to the boughs of a tree;

Thy looks are so pleasing, thy charms so amazing,

I fancy no other, my true-love, but thee.

Thus oft in the valley I think, and I wonder

Why cannot a maid with her lover agree?

Thy looks are so pleasing, thy charms so amazing,

I pine for no other, my true-love, but thee.

I'd fly from thy frowns with a heart full of sorrow—

Return, pretty damsel, and smile thou on me;

By every endeavor, I II try thee forever,

And languish until I am fancied by thee.

Blest Babe! it at length has withdrawn,

The Seraphs have rocked it to sleep; 12