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80 To move thy feeling heart's reply;

But vainly, all astray,

If e'er so bold to be I try,

I know not what to say.

I know not what, in trembling fear,

That seals my lips, as yet to learn

A foolish hope, thou mayst ev'n here

My hapless love discern.

I feel I must for ever fly

From thy side far away;

If e'er so bold to be I try,

I know not what to say.

Alas! if thou couldst, my adored!

But hear those sighs, and thoughts express'd,

What happiness 'twould me afford!

I should be, Phyllis, blest.

But woe is me! beneath thine eye,

To sink in mock'd dismay,

If e'er so bold to be I try,

I know not what to say.