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Such fondnefs with impatience join'd,

My faithful bofom fires, Now forc'd to leave my fair behind,

The queen of my defires. The powers of verfe too languid prove,

All fimiles are vain, To (hew how ardently I love,

Or to relieve my pain.

The faint with fervent zealinfpired

For heav'n and joy divine, The faint is not with rapture fir'd,

More pure, more warm than mine. I take what liberty I dare,

'Twere impious to fay more ; Convey my lodgings to the lair,

TheGoddefsIadore.

��WATER FARTED FROM THE SEA,

ATER, parted from the fea.

May increafe the river's tide, To the bubbling fount may flee, Or through fertile rallies glide :

Though, in fearch of foft repofe, Through the land it's tree to roam,

Still it murmurs as it flows, Panting for it's native hon.e.

Though, in fearch of foft repofe, Through the land it's free to roam,

Still it murmurs as it flows, Panting for it's native home.

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